Pei Shu'er frowned: "I have no worries about selling my goods."
Lin Su gritted her teeth: "Then tell me, what do you want?"
Pei Shu'er raised an eyebrow: "Do you really mean whatever I say goes?"
Lin Su nodded, and Pei Shu'er beckoned her with a finger.
Lin Su leaned in, catching a whiff of a pleasant, nameless floral scent and seeing the shopkeeper's eyes like water.
She subconsciously thought, under the veil, Manager Pei must be a stunning beauty.
Pei Shu'er's voice was gentle, tinged with a bit of mockery and a hint of amusement.
Compared to a shopkeeper, she seemed more like an enchantress.
"I want you to loudly denounce Heavenly Immortal Pavilion's products as ruinous for the face in the street, and drag Pei Lingling through the mud. The bigger the scene you make, the more diligently I'll work on treating your face."
Lin Su fell silent; this tactic was indeed quite malicious.
Pei Shu'er maintained a calm demeanor.
"If you're unwilling, then forget it."
