Hu Cong was feeling very aggrieved when someone bumped into him. He was in a bad mood. He knew that he could not shout because he was in a public place. However, he still lost control and cursed.
"Do you have any f*cking eyes?"
As soon as Hu Cong completed his sentence, the people who were drinking coffee and chatting looked over at him with disdain.
"This person is so uncultured. This is a coffee shop, not a wet market."
"He looks like a man in a suit and tie. I didn't expect him to behave like a local hooligan."
"Even a three-year-old knows not to make loud noises in public. I can't believe an adult is worse than a child."
When he heard this, Hu Cong's face alternated between green and white. He lowered his head and followed his boss's footsteps, before leaving dejectedly.
Qin Shu glanced at Hu Cong's back. Then, she retracted her gaze and walked around the cafe before returning to her seat.
