"No, no." As the manager, he wouldn't drive away customers.
No matter whether they were just browsing or really intended to buy, everyone was welcome.
But in front of Wyatt Kirk, he couldn't say too much, afraid of offending him.
"It's best if you haven't touched it." Zoe Silverstone said sarcastically, "Kid, don't you go messing around. If you accidentally scratch it, your family can't afford it."
This was deliberately causing trouble. Morgan Clarke's hand was soft and short-nailed.
Even if her nails were long, it wouldn't be possible to scratch the car.
Cindy Clarke turned her head and gently said to Morgan Clarke, "Morgan, Mom really can't afford it, but there's nothing wrong with looking. Don't take Uncle and Housekeeper's words to heart. What they said is wrong. If it's wrong, don't listen."
"Okay!" Morgan Clarke obediently agreed.
This child wasn't fragile. As Cindy had said, it wasn't their fault but the fault of those two people.
