"Girl, what's the use of telling me all this?"
A worker wearing a safety helmet spread his hands, his tone somewhat annoyed, "I only have two speakers here. I can't just conjure up four for you, can I?"
"This booth, the manager told me it was three meters long. You want one that's six meters, either give me two thousand yuan, and I'll have the driver fetch it, or find someone else to handle it."
"As for these flowers, miss, where are real flowers better looking than these plastic flowers? Some people are even allergic to pollen, so just make do with these plastic flowers."
Luo Ning was trembling with anger at the construction worker's words. Wasn't this just making trouble out of nothing?
Just as she was about to retort, Mo Han came over slowly, "Ning'er, what's going on?"
