The bodyguard looked at Qiao An with some apprehension.
The aura emanating from her was truly intimidating.
"Madam, this..." The bodyguard looked at Rose with difficulty.
The bodyguard's incompetence made Rose feel humiliated. She shoved the bodyguard aside, grabbed a cup of water from the table, and splashed it on Qiao An's face—
"Qiao An!"
"You, woman, are truly savage and rude!"
"Qiao An, are you okay?"
Qiao An closed her eyes and picked up a napkin to wipe the water off her face; getting splashed publicly like that was truly a first.
It was... not something that brought any joy.
She opened her eyes, and her beautiful eyes shot cold light, icy and sharp like a blade, piercing through Rose.
Being stared at like that, Rose felt waves of chill.
On second thought, she found it laughable.
She's just a pauper woman. Could she possibly upset the heavens?
