"Look at you, we're just chatting, why is this young lady speaking so harshly?"
Chu River blinked: "I've spoken so harshly, and you still can't tell that I don't want to chat with you."
"Ma'am, at first glance I feel like you're not a good person, you'd better not talk to me."
"I have a bad temper, what if I hit you?"
When she said this, she was quite serious. The middle-aged stout man beside her, who was listening closely, silently shrank his presence even further—he just wanted to take advantage of people's thin skin and get a free seat, but didn't expect her to be so ruthless...
Learned something, learned something.
When going out, you really can't underestimate anyone.
The old lady's eyes turned red: "Why did you say that... I just wanted to find someone to talk to..."
Then she quietly shrank back and remained silent.
Chu River glanced around, leaned on the seat, and closed her eyes.
