"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! It was all my fault, I'll brew you another cup right away."
As she reached for the coffee, An Xi violently swept the cup to the floor. Shattered pieces flew everywhere, scratching her boots that were worth tens of thousands from Italy.
"Oh no!" She was horrified and turned pale with anger. This pair of boots was a limited edition; you couldn't buy them even if you had the money.
She treasured these boots, and now that they were ruined, her anger knew no bounds.
Gazing at Mo Ran, her eyes grew even darker, as if she harbored a deep and bitter grudge against her.
Not only did Mo Ran feel a chill down her spine, but so did everyone else. The manager quickly reacted, stepping in front of Mo Ran with a smile to apologize to An Xi.
"Miss An, please calm down. Our employee didn't understand, and I hope you won't hold it against her."
