After finishing, she covered her mouth and began to laugh: "Young Madam Saxon, don't take offense, I wasn't saying you're like a cat or dog. You know, it's pitch dark outside, and it's normal for vision not to work well."
"I'm not saying anything about you, Young Madam Saxon, but squatting silently in a corner like this, you'll surely scare someone passing by."
As she spoke, the woman in red laughed aloud.
The laughter was light and charming, yet oddly sarcastic, making those who heard it at night feel a chill down their spine.
She laughed for a while, seeing Scarlett Yates merely looking at her expressionlessly, without any reaction to her sarcastic taunts and indirect jabs, which displeased her a bit.
Punching heavily into a pile of cotton felt like exhaling a breath only to have it forcefully blocked back.
Very unpleasant.
