The stranger's cleaning process was exceedingly long.
Yang Fan was getting anxious waiting outside when she finally, leaning on the wall, walked out from the bathroom.
Seeing her legs trembling, occasionally twitching and shuddering, Yang Fan suddenly understood why she took so long. She probably had trouble standing in there, making it difficult to wash up.
"Look at the mess you've made, how am I supposed to go back like this," the woman complained with a cry in her voice upon seeing Yang Fan, "You were too harsh, five thousand seems too little now..."
"Are you trying to raise the price on the spot?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.
"I feel some things just can't be measured with money."
The woman snorted, "Our relationship today was based on money to begin with, why can't I measure it with money? It's not like we're dating."
"But, I'm just complaining. Let's stick with the amount we agreed on before," she added.
Yang Fan quite liked her attitude.