Run Sheng knew what kind of temper she had, but that girl with the surname Yin had a bad temper. In previous times when she delivered rice, noodles, grains, and oil, she didn't miss a chance to sarcastically jab at him.
At his age, he still had some dignity to uphold.
But tonight, Yin Meng had no intention of saving face for him.
In Brother Xiao Yuan's team, she had to be cautious and didn't dare to throw tantrums, but in essence, she was a fiery Sichuan girl who once ran a shop on her own.
This time, when Mr. Shan sold the tricycle, she was really angry and started cursing directly at the old cypress tree in the yard.
Although she didn't curse directly at anyone, the bark on Mr. Shan's face was too embarrassed to stay.
Shamed and blushing, he could only lower his head.
In the midst of it, Mr. Shan occasionally cast pleading glances at Run Sheng, who simply sat there smoking a "cigar," grinning foolishly.
