The sharp voice broke through the cruel bite of the cold wind. Because Wang Yanran's voice was loud and shrill, many people around them were beginning to look their way. They even started to surround them, or point at them and whisper among each other.
Ji Zitong's expression finally tensed in that instant. Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger while her hands that hid underneath her sleeves began to clench into fists as she coldly fixed her gaze on Wang Yanran's face.
"Yanran! Enough! Stop this. We're outside. Watch your image! Don't be cursing in the streets like a fishmonger's wife!" Dong Wentao seemed really upset, and then he looked apologetically with mixed emotions at Ji Zitong as he pulled at Wang Yanran's arm.
It was barely fine when Dong Wentao said nothing, but as soon as he said that, it undoubtedly added fuel to the fire!
