The door of the lounge was a single-door glass door, so it didn't make a sound when it was pushed open. Inside, five beauticians in pink coats were still talking.
"Didn't you say that Deng Xueli is 35 years old this year? why isn't she married yet? she doesn't even have a boyfriend."
"Who knows? maybe she's a lesbian. There are only a few men in our beauty salon, even in the head office."
"You can't say that. I think she's just a little too strict and does things methodically. But other than that, she's fine."
The beauticians were all talking about manager Deng, Deng Xueli, but they didn't know that she was standing behind them.
The young lady who had led them in wished she could pass out right now. After all, this matter was too embarrassing.
She was so embarrassed and angry that she did not dare to look at manager Deng's expression.
