It seemed that going to the bathroom was just an excuse. He wanted to humiliate her.
She had learned from Wen Ke'er that Qiao Ruoxi would not allow herself to be bullied.
"Miss Wen, you don't have to worry about who I'm related to. I think you must've eaten too much pickled radish. Are you thirsty? There's water here. Do you want some?"
She pointed at the toilet in the cubicle and retorted.
'Is she mocking me for being worried?'
'She wants me to drink toilet water?'
"I'm telling you, Qiao Ruoxi, I hate sharp-tongued women like you the most."
"Really? Likewise. I also hate women who are two-faced like you, Miss Wen," Qiao Ruoxi said with a smile.
Wen Ke'er could not hide her jealousy and hatred. She warned, "Qiao Ruoxi, listen to me. You better be smart and leave Feng Yunan. Or else…"
"Or else what?"
Qiao Ruoxi met her gaze fearlessly.