"You set up a stall here. Do people often strike up a conversation with you?"
Zhou Xufang picked up the phone he had placed on the small table, "Which kind of screen protector do you want?"
"The most expensive one." The expensive one should earn her a bit more.
Zhou Xufang took out a tempered glass from the bag behind her and opened the package, "No one strikes up a conversation." She focused on her work, "Many people are afraid of me."
She kept her head down, and his eyes became more unrestrained, gazing at her, "Why are they afraid of you?"
She spoke casually, "They say I look like a ghost."
She wore black again today, with a fisherman's hat, wrapped tightly from head to toe, only a small portion of her pale, translucent face visible, always expressionless, with thin lips pressed together, looking cold and strange.
