C639 Chen Feilou Set up the Table

"Mr. Lin, are you satisfied? If not, I'll keep slapping until you are."

"Oh dear, with the way she talks, how could we not give her a swollen mouth?"

The lobby manager understood Lin Sheng's implication and began slapping the receptionist's face repeatedly.

"Uncle, what's going on? It's me, it's Flower! Stop it, stop it, oh my, oh my!" The receptionist's face quickly swelled up