Xia Weiyi was not in a hurry at all. Instead, she shrugged indifferently: "If Miss Alice doesn't want to kneel, I won't force it. Just treat what Miss Alice said earlier as nonsense—like a loud fart that's over in an instant. Who knows, maybe by tomorrow morning, Miss Alice will be front-page news."
"Hmm—You guys in England also have paparazzi, right? What kind of headlines would they come up with to grab attention?"
Xia Weiyi tilted her head, as though deep in thought, then snapped her fingers and said, "How about 'Noble Daughter Farts Up Top and Wheezes Down Below' or 'Noble Daughter Mistakes Dog's Mouth for Elephant's Tusk'? What do you think?"
Xia Weiyi deliberately stretched out and emphasized the words "fart" and "dog's mouth."
Who present couldn't tell she was ridiculing Alice for "a dog's mouth spewing stink"?
However, looking at this petite young girl from the East—small in stature and slight in age—her words were sharp enough to kill without mercy!
