"Screw you! Do I look like someone who gets worked up easily?" Yao Wenwen suddenly shot to her feet and snapped fiercely.
Lin Kuang was left speechless. "Look at yourself," he said plaintively. "Do you look like someone who *doesn't* get worked up easily?"
"Ah, well, that was just for a moment. Um, just for a moment," Yao Wenwen stammered awkwardly. She then sat back down, looking somewhat relieved.
Across the room, the group of men who saw Yao Wenwen get angry glared daggers at Lin Kuang. How could you make such a beautiful woman angry? You're simply inhuman!
"What are you looking at?!" Yao Wenwen couldn't help but snap at them.
At her words, the men reluctantly turned away, though they continued to shoot resentful glares at Lin Kuang, much to his exasperation.
"Sigh, it must be nice being a beauty," Lin Kuang muttered with a helpless sigh. "So many people rush to her defense, while a handsome guy like me gets no such treatment."
