"Mr. Si, Mr. Qiao, this person is clearly looking for trouble to continue slandering your reputations. I'll have someone call security to get her out of here right away, to save us from any further disturbance and maintain everyone's peace!"
A middle-aged man with a beer belly heroically rose to his feet, evidently ready to help out, and headed out to call security.
"No, that's not it! Sang Qiao, you know full well that Mr. Si won't let me off the hook. Just because I criticized you a little, you don't have to hold such a grudge, do you? You're being too small-minded."
Sister Mei clung desperately to the beer-bellied man, preventing him from going to call security, and looked at Sang Qiao with tears streaming down her face.
A few inconsequential remarks would normally be easily forgiven by a young girl like Sang Qiao.
"My boyfriend is a good man, and I don't understand why you insist on defaming him."
