Bang!
Yan Shuangyue's baseball bat crashed down heavily, smashing a hole in the porcelain tile on the floor.
The massage parlor manager witnessing the scene couldn't help but speak up, "Miss Yan, about our tiles..."
"Shut up or do you believe I can have your store shut down?"
Upon hearing Yan Shuangyue's words, the massage parlor manager immediately clammed up.
The manager had heard of Yan Shuangyue's nickname as the little witch, especially at the time she dragged her brother to find a technician—who would dare provoke her and seek death!
It wasn't only him, a mere manager; even if their store owner were to come, they would have to wait quietly on the side.
Yan Shuangyue dragged her baseball bat across the floor towards Yan Ziyue, the scraping noise making Yan Ziyue's scalp tingle.
Yan Ziyue leaned against the window, waving his hands hastily at Yan Shuangyue.
"Sis, you mustn't act impulsively! Impulsiveness is the devil!"
