"Pah! Who wants to show you the way."
A girl appeared from behind the men in black. She was dressed fashionably, all-name brands worth at least a few hundred thousand, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with light makeup, elegant eyes, cherry-like lips, and a pretty good figure.
Su Qiao'er was wearing flat shoes, a whole head shorter than Chu Hao. She sized him up and down and said, "The so‑called youngest and strongest Yin Yang Master, how can you be dressed so shabby?"
Her words were barbed; as soon as she opened her mouth, it was sarcasm.
Chu Hao, however, was calm inside, not a ripple.
Indeed, all of Chu Hao's clothes were ordinary stuff; he didn't have the habit of insisting on name brands.
But if someone denies a person just because of that, then they're really not much. To put it nicely, it's vulgar; to put it badly, it's a dog looking down on people.
Chu Hao said, "Who are you?"
