The stall owner froze, stunned by Wen Ying's words.
He'd thought he was dealing with some clueless little girl, but he never expected it to backfire so spectacularly.
'How am I supposed to react?'
'I need an answer, stat!'
"Hey, little girl, you can't just say things like that! What's this about an 'unclean place'? That's a very taboo thing to say!" The boss glared at Wen Ying, clearly displeased, but he felt a sense of dread. 'Where on earth did this girl come from?'
"Boss, you know perfectly well whether I'm talking nonsense or not, don't you? When you got this wooden sword, didn't you fall and get a bloody gash on your leg?"
[No way, Doctor Wen got it right again? Don't tell me he picked up this wooden sword from a mass grave or something?]
[Judging by the boss's face, she's spot on. Can't wait to see Doctor Wen work her magic. I live for this drama!]
"What's wrong, Zhang? Got called out by a little girl? Hahaha!"
