"Alright, then just hurry up and leave. Once you step out of this shop, don't bother coming back home. I'd like to see how you plan to get by out there," the lady boss said angrily.
After Wang Ling'er turned 18, she made some bad friends. Her fashion sense was so outlandish she could scare people just by walking around at night. The lady boss always got particularly angry whenever she saw Wang Ling'er, especially when she brought these friends into the shop; she'd often feel like kicking them out directly.
"Auntie, I'm really not a bad person," the boy explained to the lady boss with a face full of grievance.
The lady boss stared at the boy, uncertain of who he really was. But judging by his current demeanor, he sure didn't seem like a decent person.
"Got nothing better to do, have to stick an iron ring through your nose. What's the idea, planning to become a movie monster? Or maybe the Bull Demon King?" the lady boss said coldly.
