On the verge of widowhood

"It's over, it's over! I told you that you have to control yourself!"

"It's over, the boss found out!"

"It's all your fault!"

Immediately there were complaints one after another in the store, and He Bingzhu couldn't hold back the blankness on his face. He was really not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs.

Bai Qing bent his index finger and tapped on the table, leaned back on the chair and glanced at him: "Explain, why do irises grow out of thin air in my shop?"

He Bingzhu wanted to cry, but he couldn't hide it now. The irises grown by this little ancestor couldn't be taken back immediately, so he had to call out all the waiters in the shop. up.

Six people stood in front of Bai Qing, huddled in a row like a quail.