Shivering and with trepidation reigning her heart, Ren Alix faced Shui. Her heart was consumed with bitterness as she bit the corner of her lower lip, not backing down from glowering at Shui. The hotel staff working in the lobby witnessed the confrontational scene unfolding through the glass doors and rushed outside.
"Miss. Han, are you alright?," the receptionist hurriedly asked. She turned towards a steward and quickly whispered. "Bring a fresh towel!"
"Yes, Mam!"
Shui kept a placid smile and assured her. "I am fine. It's just water. But I would like to know the reason behind her rudeness towards me," her sharp, cold voice bellowed across the air, making the culprit further rattle.
But her slightly reddened and exhausted irises depicted the sour emotions she felt. "Y-you know pretty well why I did this."