Quick Transmigration: I'm Almost Dead

Let's go together.

After a short walk, Chen You's cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. He pressed it, and Xiang answered it for the third time, "Who is it?"

There was a very young voice on the other end, "Mr. Chen, right? I am the owner of the store where Youth died in Xia Tian. I saw your evaluation of your store. What are you dissatisfied with?"

Chen You lay on the cart, watching the man buy snacks, "I'm not dissatisfied, I just like little black flowers."

The other end hung up with a slap, and called again, "I'm fucking you!"

Hang up after cursing.

Chen called again, "Damn it, who are you fucking with? Did I offend you?"

"Your uncle didn't offend me, buddy, are you being reasonable? Did my store offend you? If you don't want it, just reject it. If you want it, give a bad review. What's the point?"

Chen You rolled his eyes, I don't give bad reviews, will I get your number?It's all a trick.

He grinned, "I'd love to."

A man came over from one end of the shelf, tall and tall, with his back leaning against a promotional instant noodle sign, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a lady's bag in the other, cursing and arrogant.

"Fuck, you trash, if you appear in front of me, I'll kill you..."

Chen glanced again and was stunned.

Ouch, it's really you, school grass.