"How are you speaking?" Kong Miaoyu was angry, her eyes widened as she turned to reprimand Yao Bing.
"No need to be mad, Miss Kong. Young people these days have their own ideas; we don't need to worry about her. She'll understand once she experiences setbacks in society. Come, join Brother Zhou for a drink." Zhou Changsheng said to Kong Miaoyu.
Kong Miaoyu gave Yao Bing a sidelong glance and then put on a smile to accompany Zhou Changsheng, the two drinking glass after glass. Kong Miaoyu pretended to be drunk, her body swaying as if to lean fully on Zhou Changsheng, whose upper body appeared gentlemanly while his hand beneath the table was far from honest, roaming over Kong Miaoyu's smooth, stocking-clad thighs, causing her face to grow redder.
Some people are like this—they've had their edges smoothed out by society, learned to be accommodating, patient, and pragmatic, and thus look down on others' persistence, innocence, and principles.
