"Hey, bring the wooden stool over." At this moment, a woman in her forties or fifties walked out from the stall. Her face was expressionless, like a zombie, with purple lips and a dark complexion. She walked up to the people and took back the wooden stool that the tourists were sitting on, including the one Zhou Xun was sitting on.
Zhou Xun glanced at the woman, somewhat angry. Lin Mu was even more furious, thinking how despicable she was. Couldn't even sit for a while? Many people cast disdainful looks at the old woman. As a stall owner, a business person, even if you are just an ordinary stranger, you shouldn't treat foreign tourists like this, right?
Some people who originally wanted to buy water or raincoats turned away and chatted with friends without looking at her again after seeing the woman's attitude. Lin Mu also felt disgusted, as if this stall owner only had money in her eyes! And with not a trace of a smile on her face, just like a zombie!
