five minutes later.
Ziana Scott leaned against the wall boneless, her voice was soft and crisp, "Mr. Chandler, it's not that I don't agree to you, but I've already prepared the program, and you asked me to change it suddenly, how inappropriate is it? And, I don’t have costumes either, it’s too troublesome to change the show temporarily!"
"Trouble!" The old man on the other end of the phone was furious, "You little bastard, you are just greedy for my suit."
"Oh, Mr. Chandler, you are so wise." Ziana Scott smiled, "Good clothes match beautiful women, when do you think the clothes will be delivered?"
"See you at the back door of the base. You little bastard! You know how to kill the old man! How can I be so unlucky to accept you, an annoying and unfilial thing!"
The other end of the phone cursed and cut off the phone.