"We usually call someone like Boss Mag a heartthrob or a heart arsonist. He only sets the hearts on fire, but never puts them out responsibly."
"Isn't he the dream of 900,000,000 young maidens?"
"I used to think money can solve all problems. I only knew that I might not get to enjoy a meal even when I had money after I met Boss Mag. It has to depend on the boss's mood."
Early next morning, the customers no longer felt calm after seeing the new notice hanging on the door.
"Alright, at least we get to try the new product tomorrow. I'm rather looking forward to it."
"Indeed, Boss Mag's talents are enough for the ladies to make excuses for him."
"I am a humble customer who only wants to have a cup of soybean milk with youtiao."
Mag stood in front of the ceiling-to-floor windows as he watched the customers leave in disappointment. He murmured to himself, "I suddenly feel a little guilty."
