"Customer, you're finally here. I've already arrived. If you still don't come, I won't be fresh anymore."
The boss was smiling so hard that he couldn't even open his eyes.
Lei Yuan stood at the side, somewhat confused. She didn't know much about the slang of this industry, so she kept silent.
However, she wasn't as stupid as Chu Ran. She would believe whatever Jiang Yu said. She had always paid attention to what her boss and Jiang Yu said.
However, before Jiang Yu could say anything, a middle-aged woman in an old-fashioned cheongsam rushed out of the workshop.
Her hair was tied up high, her face was covered in a layer of white powder, and her lips were covered in lipstick as if she had drunk human blood.
"Alright, you've finally given yourself away. I've caught you!" The woman was holding a pink handkerchief in her hand. "Which one of you is this pink handkerchief? Hurry up and admit it. Don't force me to investigate!"
