Qian Chuan frowned, remembering the question Chuan Liu had asked him last night, and immediately tried to change the subject, "Your tea has gone cold, drink it quickly."

Chuanliu picked up his teacup again, then put it down, almost wearing down the patience of everyone present, especially the shop manager.

The store manager was indignant.

It was obvious that Qian Chuan and Susan had arranged to meet with the store manager to discuss something, but this woman forced her way in and didn't say a word.

After a long pause, Chuanliu finally spoke, "Could you please add some hot food for me? Thank you."

After thinking about it for so long, is this all I wanted to say?

The store manager felt his good temper was running out; if it weren't for Qian Chuan and Susan, he probably would have already asked them to leave.

He patiently picked up the teapot that was warming by the fire, resisting the urge to pour water on the woman's head, and prepared to refill Chuanliu's teacup.

However, just as he was about to pour the tea, Chuanliu suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get another one..."

The store manager was slightly taken aback, and his hands paused.

But in that instant, Chuanliu's raised hand accidentally touched the shopkeeper's hand holding the teapot.

Instantly, the scalding tea flowing from the spout went out of control and poured directly onto the money string.

Upon seeing this, the store manager's face immediately turned pale.

He stared at the string of coins in panic, and blurted out instinctively:

"I'm so sorry, boss! I'm so sorry, boss! I'll have someone handle this for you right away!"

His voice trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he was quite frightened by this sudden accident.

In emergency situations, people often find it difficult to fabricate lies.