"Little sprout --"ye Cong stretched out his hand to support himself against the wall and steadied his body. He turned around and glared fiercely at Xin Ya, who was smiling so obsequiously that her face was cramping, as well as the few boxes that she had dragged behind her.
Xin Ya had a problem. She bought them online.
It was because they were cheap.
For example, her cell phone case that ye Cong despised was said to be nine dollars and nine packets.
"Do you believe that I'll fire you tonight with garlic sprouts?"Ye Cong growled, "Throw them away."
"No."Xin Ya tightly protected the boxes behind her. She pushed ye Cong open the door in a hurry and then bent down to kick all the boxes in. She also wanted to prevent ye Cong from throwing the rest away for her.
