Let the school see the kind of people it produces—people who bully others and slander the People's Liberation Army.

Upon hearing this, Yin Xiaohong's boyfriend's face immediately changed. He was wearing sunglasses and didn't dare to take them off. He glanced at the stares of the crowd around him, then covered his face with his hands in embarrassment and pulled Yin Xiaohong away.

Yin Xiaohong was completely defenseless against the barrage of criticism, watching Zhao Mingyan's glamorous appearance as she flaunted her love in front of her.

She was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode. She pouted, stomped her foot, and was reluctantly dragged away by her boyfriend.

The waiter was terrified when he saw Zhao Mingyan's sharp and eloquent speech; he had just asked the People's Liberation Army soldiers to eat at the table by the window.

If they keep harping on it, they'll be cursed to death by the public.

"Comrade, please calm down. We were out of our minds and failed to provide adequate hospitality."

Please have a seat, and I will pour you both tea.

Zhao Mingyan was already used to this kind of sycophantic behavior and didn't bother arguing with her.

As long as she's polite, everything is negotiable.

"Alright, we're all here to work, and I'm not one to hold a grudge."

My boyfriend and I are just happy to be able to sit down and eat in peace.

"That's right, that's right. The menu is full of our signature dishes, feel free to order whatever you like, they're all delicious."

I told the cook to give these two comrades a little more food.

Ding Haotian's face hadn't completely changed yet; it was still very red.

Zhao Mingyan kept saying that he was her boyfriend, and then kissed her.

This operation left him somewhat bewildered, but he felt a great sense of satisfaction.

I just made a lot of face in front of Yin Xiaohong, letting her know that I'm not unwanted either.