Her face darkened, she turned her head to face Zhou Yun's disdainful eyes, and said coldly: "Mrs. Qin, I know you hate me, but please speak with respect. Rich people have no right to insult others casually."
Qian Qianqian's tone was a little heavier, which gave Zhou Yun a reasonable excuse for wanting to find trouble.
"Respect? Even you deserve my respect. What qualifications do you, an uneducated poor girl, have to deserve my respect?"
"mom......"
Qin Moyu saw that Qian Qianqian's face had never looked gloomier before. Just like the last time at a wealthy family's banquet, this was the second time Qian Qianqian had such an expression.
But when Qian Qianqian shook off Zhou Yun's right hand on her arm, her voice became much colder than at the beginning——
"Mrs. Qin, rich people should also have some quality. Don't think that wearing famous brand gold and silver jewelry means you are superior to others. With your quality, you are worse than the inferior people..."
Having said this, she paused, her thin lips curled up with a touch of cold sarcasm, and while looking at Zhou Yun's angry pupils, she continued:
"Sorry, I made a mistake just now. You are not even qualified to talk about quality."
Regardless of Qin Moyu's presence, Qian Qianqian's cold eyes narrowed and turned into a freezing point when facing Zhou Yun's snobbish expression.
"You...you poor girl...you..."
Zhou Yun was so angry at Qian Qianqian's words that she couldn't speak. She could only point at Qian Qianqian with trembling hands, and her whole body was shaking with anger.
"Sorry, Mrs. Qin, I waste too many brain cells talking to an upper-class person like you. I'm a little tired, so I'll leave now."
Her words were full of sarcasm, and she was so unceremonious that Zhou Yun didn't even have the slightest chance to fight back.
She, Qian Qianqian, is easy to talk to, but being easy to talk doesn't mean she has no bottom line, and her bottom line is her deceased parents. She won't tolerate anyone having the opportunity to insult them.
Turning to look at Qin Moyu's stunned look, Qian Qianqian was stunned for a moment, but she didn't intend to say anything more, but her tone was slightly softer than before -
"Sorry, Moyu, I have to leave first."
"Stop!"
Zhou Yun was still a little reluctant. Before Qian Qianqian was about to leave, she grabbed her again and said, "Are you talking about quality with me? Okay, I'll have a good talk with you."
As he spoke, the corners of his lips raised, and that disgusting snobbish face fell into Qian Qianqian's eyes again.
"Give me the things back first."
She Qianqian opened her palms to the money.
"what?"
Qian Qianqian frowned, a layer of uneasiness suddenly appeared in her heart, and a guard quickly slipped through her eyes.
"what?"
Zhou Yun asked back, raised her eyebrows, and snorted coldly, "You took something from me, don't you know?"
As Qian Qianqian expected, Zhou Yun would not let her go so easily, and now he started playing tricks again.
"Mrs. Qin, you have to be responsible when you speak. What did I take from you?"
Her voice deepened, and her eyebrows knitted together slightly.
"Yes, Mom, is there any misunderstanding?"
Qin Moyu came to his senses and hurriedly stepped in.
"If there is any misunderstanding, you will know after reading it."
Zhou Yun smiled coldly, looked at the bag Qian Qianqian was holding, and said: "Give me your bag, my ring is missing."