"Who are you calling bumpkins? Huh?" Lilian was furious. She had never been one to endure humiliation.
"So what if I was talking about you? It seems like your first time here. It's expensive; can your boyfriend even afford it?" The woman sneered.
"It's none of your business whether or not my boyfriend can afford it. You think you're rich, don't you?" Lilian glared.
"I'm not wasting my time on you. Can Palace Restaurant start a membership system and stop letting people who can't afford get in? Otherwise, it's so humiliating to eat with a group of bumpkins," the woman snorted.
"Who do you even think you are? Judging by the way you dress, you look no different from those who work in salons. Women like you belong in the sewer. Where did you even get your sense of superiority from
