"Why are you making such a fuss? You have a tiger's bottom, is it that I can't even touch?" Zhang Hua Lian, the eldest cousin, humphed, looking very displeased. After all, touching someone else's bottom was a very lowly thing to do—even he, who thought himself a casanova, would not want to be exposed for doing such a thing in such a public venue.
"Aren't you going to apologize to my cousin?" Tong Yuan, the second cousin, spoke up as well, arrogance all over his face. "We are the most honored customers of your Cherishing Flower Pavilion! Do you know who honored customers are? Those who are able to enter into a side courtyard are all in the ranks of Spiritual Pedestal Tier elites. One word from us, and your whole family would be dead!"
The female attendant looked both angry and embarrassed. However, she was only a female attendant with little power. It was obviously she who had experienced a loss, yet now, according to them, it was also she who was in the wrong.