How Scared Must He Be?

Guanlan Huafu, 32nd-floor restaurant terrace.

Lin Zida shifted his gaze to Li Shi, feeling helpless. How had drinking a glass of wine turned into something like this?

How had Li Shi become so irritable and short-tempered? When he had first met her last year, she had been proud and carried the sense of superiority unique to a wealthy girl from a small city, but she had still possessed some self-control and would not have been so unreasonable.

But now, over the way a glass of wine was drunk, she was trampling on someone else's preferences to show off her own taste.

In Lin Zida's view, it was truly inappropriate.

He was already planning to mention it to Jianhui later and tell him to bring her out less often. Impulsive girls were prone to causing trouble.

It was fine when she ran into someone like Jiang Ning, but if she encountered the kind of hoodlums from that barbecue stand last time, people who knew no bounds and ignored all rules, she might suffer a serious loss.

Beside him, Zhuang Jianhui became slightly interested. How will they deal with this next?

Li Shi had originally been targeting Jiang Ning. She could not stand him, and having been repeatedly embarrassed by him had left her with an intensely negative impression of him.

It was no longer about proving Ding Shuyan's poor judgment in making friends. More than anything, she wanted to overpower Jiang Ning.

Many adults who had spent years in society could easily lose emotional control and find it difficult to remain calm.

Much less a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl who had been raised in luxury. How could she possibly stay rational?

Li Shi gently swirled her wineglass, her movements elegant and smooth. She had clearly learned the proper manner specifically.

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