"What else can we say?"
How could the manager's expression look good after they'd been criticized?
"Brother Tan has always had a bad temper."
"But we can't let him ride on our heads!"
Fang Yumo, who had exquisite makeup on, threw away the cup in her hand angrily. The tea splashed onto the assistant beside her. Luckily, it was already cold and not hot. The assistant did not even lift her eyelids. She was obviously used to it.
Silently, she knelt down and cleaned up the remnants of the cup.
The manager took a glance at her and said unhappily, "Then what do you want? Didn't he make it clear enough? Su Cha is not someone we can mess with. I already said that you would be in trouble if you made such a post."
"Why don't you take a look at what the internet is saying!"
