"What privilege? The privilege to hit someone at will?"
Sheng Youxia asked earnestly.
Liang Nianwei was so anxious that she touched Fu Shilv's arm, not daring to call him by name. Tonight, she had been respectfully calling him Dr. Fu.
Fu Shilv's brows were furrowed tightly, "When you were at the Sheng Family, is that all you learned? How to strike people?"
"That's right," Ji Xingtang chimed in from the side, "after all, you're the Young Mrs. Fu of the Fu Family. It would sound so bad if word got out that you were the one who got physical."
Sheng Youxia couldn't help but laugh. She hadn't even made a move yet, and they were already panicking.
Tang Hui struggled to pull her arm free, "Xiaxia, please don't..."
She didn't want to see her friend have to bow her head to save her. "The mess is mine; I will apologize. I'll drink this alcohol."
Sheng Youxia slowly lifted the glass, pressing the rim against her lips.
"Xiaxia, I don't need you to do this for me; please stop!"