He had been pondering this with his head down, ignoring the woman infront of him, when Yang Jingshen felt a cold, metallic touch against his temple. He didn't have to look up to see what it was, but he still didn't give any extra reaction but simply lifted his head to look at the other person's face.
The woman's face twisted a little and she shouted out while raising her hand as if to hit him. "What are you looking at you bitch? Trying to put on your high and mightly airs here, hah?!! Careful or I might beat you up!"
Yang Jingshen looked down obediently and from the corner of his eyes, saw the other also putting her hand down. He could clearly see the inch-long painted nail of her fingers digging into her palm and his mouth curled up in a sneer.
