Shen Chaoxi gave a cold smile.
"Master Xu, I think I've already conceded a step. Do you not know whether the ceiling color is correct? You're holding the contract, don't tell me you can't read?"
The contractor waved the contract, torn in two, in midair.
"Is it just about one color not being done right that you're making such a fuss? Little girl, I advise you not to meddle, the studio owner hasn't even spoken up, why are you the one shouting first?
As the saying goes, cutting off someone's finances is like killing their parents. Don't be too ruthless in your actions, little girl. After all, you also need to walk outside!"
A straightforward threat.
Shen Chaoxi was not easily scared; she took out her phone and was about to call the police.
"Then let's handle this through public authorities!" Arguing with a scoundrel was simply a waste of time.