"You..."
The girl looked to be in her early twenties. She was so angered by Qin Yiyi's words that she almost could not speak.
However, she thought of something else in the blink of an eye. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her tone was filled with unspeakable contempt and disdain.
"You are quite sharp-tongued. You used your dirty mouth to insult my master."
Master?
She seemed to have noticed Qin Yiyi's doubt, but at the same time, she seemed to have pointed it out on purpose.
The girl let out a cold snort and spoke very arrogantly, "My master is none other than Master Ma, a famous painter and calligraphist. He has held several national art exhibitions and has been received by the central leadership. You are just a little girl. What right do you have to be disrespectful to my master?"
"That's right. Not only did you disrespect Master Ma, but you also disrespected our Sister Cheng."
"That's right."
