You're The One Who Will Lose Face.

Gu Wan'an's eyes were cold and indifferent as she stared straight at the attendant lady and said slowly, word by word.

"I'll give you a chance to regret. Otherwise, I'll make you cry later!"

Liang Mengjie heard this, and she mockingly laughed out directly. "What a bold tone."

The attendant lady also covered her mouth and snickered. "I'm so scared. If you're so awesome, why don't you ascend to heaven?"

"Heh, how do you know I can't reach the sky?"

Gu Wan'an leaned against the counter and raised her eyebrows.

She immediately took out her phone and dialed Gong Mingye's number.

After four or five consecutive rings, it was picked up.

Liang Mengjie narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest, a posture of watching jokes.

The attendant lady's attitude was even more like she was watching a good show.

At first glance, they are country bumpkins, dirty poor, but still bragging.