Su Yinhe had recently become obsessed with all kinds of stand-in literature, addicted to an exasperating degree.
"I just want to eat, I don't care, if you don't let me eat, I'm going to make a scene."
"That's just how it is with you."
Su Yinhe: "..."
Laugh, laugh, laugh, as if you're not afraid of laughing yourself to death.
Su Yinhe admitted she was a bit malicious.
But she couldn't help it.
She might have been born a malicious woman.
Su Yinhe sighed.
"Boss, don't sigh. I won't laugh anymore... Hahahahaha... Sorry, I couldn't hold it in." Xu Jiaoqin really didn't want to laugh anymore, she was just a customer, after all, she needed to give the boss some respect.
But for some reason, as she was trying to hold back her laughter, seeing the boss's expression, she lost control again.
"Alright, alright, if you can't hold it, don't. Being too enduring isn't a good thing." Su Yinhe patted her shoulder.
