"If Miss leaves right now, me, me and Fanmeng will be considered to been inattentive to our guest and, and will be blacklisted by the parlor. We, we'll be punished harshly."
Qiao Mu blinked, and then she took out a bag of spirit currency and tossed it to them. "Don't you just want money! Alright, move aside."
Fanyou stood pitifully at the doorway. He held the bag of spirit currency and didn't say anything, merely hanging his head.
"Hey?" Qiao Mu put her hands behind her back and then tilted her head to look at him.
That lad raised his head, his eyes brimming with pitiful tears. He looked a bit aggrieved, as if she had been bullying him.
When she thought of how impatiently she had been talking earlier, it seemed as though she had indeed been impolite.
Qiao Mu coughed lightly. She pattered to the table and sat down expressionlessly. "Alright, alright. Serve the tea. I'll stay for half an hour before leaving."
