Zhong Niangyao looked at the front desk, her expression far from pleasant, "Didn't you hear me speaking? I said you're blocking my way."
The front desk clerk was taken aback, clearly not expecting such a response. She had assumed that since the other party was a young girl, she might be more tender-hearted, which is why she attempted to plead.
However, even so, she still didn't give up, "Miss, please consider this as helping me just this once, and I will be grateful for the rest of my life. I know I made a mistake this time, but it really wasn't intentional. I really need this job; my brother is still in university. If I lose this job, I won't be able to afford his living expenses and tuition."
"What does that have to do with me?" Zhong Niangyao's face was full of indifference, "If you think your job is so important, then why make a mistake at all? You're already an adult, and every adult should take responsibility for their actions."
