Zhou Jingya looked at the overly confident Nan Qiao and raised her voice slightly, "Nan Qiao, stop making a scene. It will be so embarrassing when the manager arrives."
Lu Zhengyang: "Xiao Ya, you don't need to worry about her. What can a fake heiress do, anyway? Is she pretending to be the boss who comes to collect the money?"
Nan Qiao's lips curled up as she sized up Lu Zhengyang from head to toe.
Lu Zhengyang took a step back: "What are you looking at? You won't get me by staring!"
Nan Qiao: ...
At that moment, the manager approached.
As everyone waited to see Nan Qiao mocked, they saw the manager bow respectfully and say, "Miss, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming? I would have gone to the door to greet you."
What!
Miss?
Going to greet her?
Who is the Miss?
Lu Zhengyang and Zhou Jingya looked left and right among the crowd, searching for someone, but they didn't look at Nan Qiao.