"Take it or leave it, if you're not buying then bugger off! Don't disturb me! Can't you see I'm busy?" Huang Yanli's eyes were fixated on the 300,000, completely unconcerned with the petty translator.
The translator felt his nose twist in anger. Whenever he had accompanied Mr. Smith around Panjiayuan before, wasn't he treated like the God of Wealth?
But this woman, how dare she speak to him like this!
"You filthy woman, what kind of attitude is that? Do you believe I will complain about you to the Panjiayuan management office?"
When she heard this, Huang Yanli just laughed. The head of the management office was her cousin—though not a blood cousin, they were still related.
Huang Haili truly did not believe her cousin would take the side of a stranger.
"Go on, then! If you've got the guts, do it right now! Whoever doesn't complain is a grandson!"
"I..." The translator was so angry he could barely speak a word as he pointed at Huang Yanli.
