Zhuang Qiang froze. He managed an awkward smile. "Chunxue, what do you mean by that?"
Yang Chunxue crossed her arms, her face dripping with disdain. "Are you incapable of understanding plain language? You actually became a security guard after graduation. You're a complete disgrace to our class. Aren't you just trying to cozy up to me? I'm sorry, but I don't make a habit of befriending lowlifes like you!"
Her words were merciless, a naked display of contempt.
Zhuang Qiang shrank back, a wave of humiliation and embarrassment washing over him. He didn't know where to put his hands.
Jiang Ce, standing to one side, frowned. I came here to help you, and this is the thanks I get? Not even a word of gratitude, just insults and scorn?
"Yang Chunxue, your words are too harsh," Jiang Ce said coldly. "We were all classmates. Is this really necessary?"
