At this, Zhang Shaowen shot to his feet. Pointing at Ding Lan with bloodshot eyes, he roared, "Ding Lan! You're just some woman from a small city, so drop the arrogant act, you hear me!? What right do you have to be arrogant? Do you know how many people would kill for a chance to have dinner with Young Master Han and his friends?"
With that, Zhang Shaowen grabbed Ding Lan's arm and began dragging her toward the door. "Let's go! You're coming with me to apologize to Young Master Han and the others!"
"I'm not going!" Ding Lan cried, ripping her arm from his grasp as tears streamed down her face. "Zhang Shaowen, I'm supposed to be your woman in their eyes! Even so, they still dared to grope me. Do you really think they have any respect for you? We're better off without friends like that!"
