"Damn! A pile of crappy things, I quit my job last year!"
"Ah?" Guan Biyue was taken aback for a few seconds before she caught her wits, "What happened?"
"To hell with it, there was a bald turtle who thought I was pretty and wanted to get with me, but I slapped him across the face in front of his wife."
"Pfft~" Guan Biyue couldn't help but laugh at the thought of her best friend slapping her leader's face.
"You're laughing, asking for a beating!" Zhong Wenqing reached out to poke her laughter point.
"Sorry... ah... Qingqing, I was wrong, please go on." Guan Biyue pleaded repeatedly.
Xu Qingfan slowed his eating pace and covertly observed Guan Biyue's friend, with willow leaf eyebrows, triangle eyes, and what seemed to be a height of over one meter seventy, giving off a fierce vibe typical of northern girls.
