"This..." Su Miaotong glanced at the RV, "Actually, Song Yuan is easy to talk to, she kept saying it's fine, but her manager wouldn't let it go. I was just in a panic and called you..."
"It's okay."
Nan Jiaojiao comfortingly patted her hand.
Just then, the manager came out with a sour face. As soon as he saw Nan Jiaojiao, he immediately rushed over, "It was you, right? You prepared Yuan Yuan's clothes. Did you inspect them with a dog's eye? How could you not see such a big needle?"
Nan Jiaojiao cast a cold glance, clearly an emotionless look, yet it seemed coated with frost, sweeping over lightly, chilling enough to make one's scalp tingle.
The manager's arrogance subsided halfway, but he still argued stubbornly, "I'm asking you, the entire crew has been delayed now. Can you take responsibility for this?"
Nan Jiaojiao remained fairly courteous, "May I take a look?"
"What good is it for you to look? Are you a doctor? I'm asking if you're responsible, can you understand?"
