"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Not far away, an apologetic and melodic girl's voice rang out.
"Do you think an apology is enough? Do you know what I'm wearing? This is crafted by Alfremon, the top Italian fashion designer, worth hundreds of thousands. Do you think a simple 'sorry' is going to settle this?"
The young man's face showed a mocking smile, clearly taking pleasure in making things difficult.
However, most people remained silent as they all knew this young man, Huang Dongqiang, had a not-so-small background and deep connections, making him someone very few in Qingyang City would dare to provoke.
"I... I really didn't do it on purpose."
The girl hadn't realized the clothes were so expensive, her voice trembling a bit from the shock.
Chu Mo glanced in that direction; the girl looked to be about 18 or 19 years old.
She seemed young and lively, with shiny, jet-black short hair styled into two cute ponytails.