Out of basic professionalism in the service industry, Qin Mantong still maintained her politeness and said, "Mr. Ye, could we talk in my office if you have any issues?
After all, there are still other customers here, and we should not disturb them."
Ye Kuto adjusted his glasses and angrily replied, "Hey, are you not understanding what I'm saying?
I want to talk to your Boss, yet you're asking me to go to your office. What for, to watch you dish out critiques?
I really don't get it, you're so pretty, but when you speak, it's like you're a blockhead."
Qin Mantong's smile froze and gradually vanished, her pretty face covered with a layer of frost.
Ye Kuto got even more riled up and said, "I really am baffled, no wonder your subordinates always look like someone killed their mom. Manager looks like that, employees look like that, is your Boss also the same?"
