"Sounds nice, but who can't say nice things?"
Su Xiaoxiao frowned and looked over, seeing a middle-aged man in his forties. The man wore a brand new black Zhongshan suit, his hair meticulously groomed, and at that moment, he was looking at her with his arms crossed, an expression of disdain on his face.
After a careful look at the face, she was sure she didn't know this person at all and wondered why he was being sarcastic in such a situation.
After a moment of silence, she smiled at the man, "This comrade is right. Saying a thousand words can't compare to proving with actual actions. I hope everyone can supervise us more in the future and give us more suggestions so we can work together to make our canteen better."
What she said was sincere, and the middle-aged man seemed a bit surprised she would respond that way.
