Watching the scene, Wang Xiaofei was suddenly a little stunned, then immediately asked the middle-aged man in front of him with a displeased face, "Hey, boss, aren't you going a bit too far? We just paid ten bucks a bottle, and now you're selling to them for a dollar?"
"I'm fine with that. If you were a pretty girl, I'd sell it to you for a dollar too." The middle-aged man looked at Wang Xiaofei disdainfully and said.
"What the hell..." Wang Xiaofei muttered a curse under his breath, his forehead covered with black lines.
"Can you guys fix cars here?" The girl glanced smugly at Liu Hun and Wang Xiaofei, then asked the middle-aged men in front of her.
"We can. What's up, did your car have a problem, pretty lady?" The middle-aged man's eyes brightened, and he spoke with some eagerness.
"Then please help me fix my car." After hearing the man's words, the girl's face became even more smug.
