Betty looked at Chen Ze with a surprised expression, her face clearly saying she hadn't expected him to be that kind of person.
"Manager, so you like white hair..." Looking at a disconsolate Betty, the corners of Chen Ze's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Was there anything more innocent and wrongly accused than carrying a pot for no good reason in this world? Chen Ze felt that question had to be changed, as he didn't want to inexplicably carry the name of a white hair enthusiast.
"No, no, no! This is all a misunderstanding!" Chen Ze immediately shook his head, his face full of earnestness.
"Hmph, I think Hastur's word is more credible..." Betty expressed her disdain.
"If you disagree, there goes your salary." Chen Ze remained unmoved.
"Hastur's words are definitely not trustworthy, ah. My manager is so handsome, so reliable, how could he possibly be a white hair enthusiast~" Watching Betty change her stance instantly made Hastur laugh.
