Nathan Foster's arms were propped on either side of South Grant's shoulders, his dominant posture filled with aggression and an air of attack.
South Grant had recently come to learn about Nathan Foster's sharp tongue; he could always infuriate someone with just a simple sentence.
Initially, South Grant thought, just endure it.
But then, this was Nathan Foster.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got; giving in felt like an even bigger loss.
If she didn't retort now, wouldn't it just fuel his arrogance?
"I'm proud of having a flat chest, I'm saving fabric for the country, does it bother you?" South Grant glanced at Nathan Foster, "On the contrary, you're proud of your self-love, saving condoms for the country."
Nathan Foster: "..."
After speaking, South Grant tilted her chin up, provocatively looking at Nathan Foster.
Didn't he just say it was human destruction earlier? Just because the tiger doesn't show its power, you think I'm Hello Kitty?
