After listening to Lin Yi, Little Ying realized that she had been a bit naive about the situation.
"I'm not afraid of her. If he dares to get handsy with me, I'll definitely slap him."
"You need to stay calm."
Wenhui quickly advised:
"That's not a good idea. If he reports you, they'll certainly put you in jail. If you don't want that, you'll have to pay a few thousand, and all your hard work will be for nothing."
"Oh, Sister Hui, don't worry, I can handle it."
Little Ying then clung to Wenhui's arm, "If he doesn't get handsy, I won't fuss, and if things get out of hand, I'll just scream harassment, and it won't be me who's embarrassed."
"That's a good plan."
Soon, the three of them arrived at the barbecue restaurant next door, ordered some food, which was promptly served.
In perfect sync, none of them ordered beverages, instead opting for a case of beer, and then they filled their glasses and chugged it down heartily.
"How was work today? Did you sell anything?"
