Lu Wanwan immediately got off the massage table, picked up the towel on the side and put it on her bare shoulders, and said to Lin Yan: "Sister Yan, I'm going to the next room to see what happened. You continue."
"Hey! Can you do it alone?"
At the same time Lin Yan asked this, Lu Wanwan had already walked to the next room, knocked on the door and said: "Hello, guest, I am the person in charge here. What happened inside?"
Not long after, the door was opened by a woman with a sharp chin.
She looked Lu Wanwan up and down and said rudely: "We are looking for someone who can take charge. Come in."
When Lu Wanwan walked in, he happened to see a female employee whose left face was swollen, but she was still bowing and apologizing to a chubby woman.
Looking at the broken essential oil bottle on the floor, it was not difficult for Lu Wanwan to guess that something had hit the female employee's face.
"Yeah." At this moment, a strange voice sounded: "Am I dazzled, or is it really you?"
Lu Wanwan turned her eyes and saw a beautiful woman sitting in a seat nearby, holding a cup of attractive scented tea between her cardamom-coated fingers, and a poodle was lying on her lap.
He was enjoying the touch of his mistress comfortably.
This woman is none other than Lu Weiwei.
"It turns out it's you." Lu Wanwan looked at her face, and those old grievances flashed through her mind like a slideshow, and finally turned into a voice: "I heard that you finally got your wish to marry a man.
You are a wealthy businessman, I haven't even had time to say congratulations to you."
Congratulations?
That old immortal takes pleasure in torturing her every day. What is there to congratulate?
Lu Wanwan must be laughing at her!
Lu Weiwei's hands pinched hard, causing the noble lady dog to scream "wuwu".
She came back to her senses and sneered: "I should congratulate you. Your life is like a piece of grass and mustard. Wild fire cannot burn it out, and the spring breeze will revive it."
As Lu Weiwei spoke, the eyes of the other two female guests in the room instantly focused on Lu Wanwan's face: "Weiwei, who is she?"
"You don't know her?" Lu Weiwei covered her mouth and smiled, but the laughter was sharp and uncomfortable: "She is Mrs. Fu."
The female guest with a sharp chin blinked and asked: "Whose wife?"
While petting the dog, Lu Weiwei explained: "She is the wife of Fu Shuo, the richest man in Y City."
The plump female guest spread her hands and said, "The richest man in Y city? I don't know him."
The female guest with a sharp chin said: "You are bullying us because we have never been to Y City. You are just making up a name to scare us S City people so that you can open up the market here, right?"
Seeing them laughing together, Lu Wanwan said suddenly: "You haven't been to Y City, which means you are stuck in your ways. You haven't heard of the name Fu Shuo, which means you have little knowledge. I don't think this is anything to be happy about.
Is it something?"
Hearing this, the expressions of the two female guests suddenly changed: "What is your attitude?"
"Okay, let's get down to business."
Lu Weiwei's words immediately gave the chubby female guest a reason to attack: "Aren't you the person in charge here? Well, let me tell you, your employees are so clumsy that they make the back of my neck hurt, so just say it's right
How can you compensate me?"
Lu Wanwan couldn't help but look at the female employee and saw that she was trembling. He couldn't help but said slowly: "Don't be afraid. Please tell the whole story clearly."
"...The boss lady is like this. I scraped this customer, but she said that I hurt her on purpose and even lifted all the essential oils on the table. I wanted to stop her, but she...
..”
When saying this, the female employee touched the left side of her face and choked with sobs: "I didn't serve the customers well! I'm sorry!"
Thinking of the broken essential oils that cost tens of thousands per bottle, the female employee broke down and started crying. But the workplace didn’t believe in tears, so she was doomed!