Shen Xiaochen's feeble warning had no power to wound Su Wanxin; the former's rhetoric was just too weak, making Su Wanxin feel like she was bullying someone whenever they had a war of words.
"You think you can wipe the smile off my face? Isn't that something you've already accomplished?" Su Wanxin sighed with mock sorrow. "Seeing your face, sour as pickled fish, really makes it hard to laugh."
Shen Xiaochen certainly knew she was being insulted by Su Wanxin, but when she heard the words "pickled fish," she still hesitated for a moment, not understanding the meaning.
Seeing her reaction, Su Wanxin kindly explained: "Sour, petty, and superfluous—that's exactly what you are, pickled fish."
"Don't push it too far, Su Wanxin!" Shen Xiaochen, finally getting it, flew into a rage. "And don't be smug for too long! Fu Shili will be here soon, and I really want to see how you'll face the other members of the Fu Family!"