In Xiao Shiyu's eyes, all Zhao Yao ever did was laze around and play computer games.
It irked her.
She could not help but march up to him and asked, "Boss, can you please help out a little and clean the café?"
Zhao Yao slammed one hand on the table dramatically.
"Hey! Why do you make it sound like I do nothing around here?" he cried, outraged, "Didn't you see that I just secured a big deal for us? It's hard work. I deserve a break."
Xiaoyu pointed at Mango, whom was a short distance away.
"Unfortunately, Mango's business has not taken a break," she said glumly.
The silly cat had pooped himself again. There was a large s**t stain that covered his bum and soaked through his long fur. He was like a huge, saturated paintbrush that smeared poop all over the floor when he sat down. Customers were fleeing from him and his golden trail.
