Ye Ning suddenly picked up a bottle of booze, tilting her head back and taking a swig, her flushed face displaying a hint of intoxication.
"What did you say?"
"Give your uncle here a kiss." He said, turning his cheek towards her.
Ye Ning let out a laugh.
Then, a slap landed on his face.
Smack.
"At your age, have you no shame?"
The man was stunned by the slap.
"Security, security, come over here now," he yelled to the back, "You see, I just asked her to quiet down and she dared to hit me. My face... Ouch..."
Several security guards, bartenders and waiters walked over.
Seeing this, Ye Ning thought, 'this guy has the nerve to play the victim.'
She charged at the man, aiming to hit him.
"Hold it right there."
"Where do you think you're running to? Get over here!"
"Hey, who gave you the right to tattle?"
A few people watched in astonishment as Ye Ning, a young lady, started the chase.
Moreover, she was noticeably unsteady on her feet, all while holding a bottle of booze.
