Rong Yan hadn't intended to concern herself with what others were discussing behind her back, but the man sitting behind her grew increasingly enthusiastic as he spoke, indirectly showing disdain for women.
Rong Yan couldn't help but put down her chopsticks, turn around, and tap the man seated with his back to her.
"What do you want?" the disturbed man snapped irritably as he fiercely turned around.
Rong Yan wore a cap, but at such a close distance, one could clearly see her face. The man, recognizing her, obviously froze for a moment, displaying a look of astonishment as if trying hard to recall who she was.
"I don't believe it," Rong Yan confidently met his assessing gaze and said lightly.
"What?" The man had a face full of acne and wore thick glasses that resembled beer bottles. Looking dumbstruck much like a frog, he opened his mouth, and finally recognizing her, pointed at Rong Yan's nose, "You, you, you are that one..."
