Hearing the woman's words, Chen Nan's face immediately darkened.
He had originally planned to let this matter slide, considering the woman was so desperate and reeked of a vulgar demeanor; being unloved and a bit thirsty seemed quite normal.
But one should not, under any circumstances, have hurled insults at Su Qingqing in a fit of rage.
Chen Nan himself could endure the humiliation, perhaps.
But he would never allow anyone to point at Su Qingqing and call her a slut, even planning to hit her.
Coldly glancing at the opposing side, Chen Nan's gaze was icy, "Old lady, today is a great day of celebration, I don't want to argue with you, apologize to her, then get lost immediately."
The thirsty wealthy woman's face turned ugly at once, her ugly face flushed red as she pointed at Chen Nan's nose and yelled, "Who the hell are you, little brat? It's an honor for you that I fancied you, you dare speak to me like that? Want to die, don't you?"