But Mo Jun's expression was even more woeful than his.
She had finally produced just a little bit of finished product that was still needed, and it was gone—just like that.
Seeing their sorrowful expressions, Bai Lang coughed lightly, explaining with some guilt, "I just sprayed it a few times, I didn't expect it to run out so quickly. But no worries, think of it as a customer experience, customer experience."
"But I only made this tiny amount..." Mo Jun stared at him helplessly.
"No problem, just make some more. Remember to make more next time." Bai Lang comforted her with an air of importance.
However, Mo Jun's expression did not improve at all.
"..." Bai Lang, "What's wrong, is there something I'm missing?"
He thought his words were fairly reasonable.
