The boss was about to cry. He felt sorry for the waitress in the short skirt, but he was afraid to stop his wife. He could only stomp his foot, yelling at Xu Qian, "Look at what you've done! I have never wronged you! Why are you messing with me?!"
"I'm messing with you?" Xu Qian exclaimed, "I'm just telling the truth. You've done so many bad things to me when I worked for you. Do you want me to say them out loud one by one?
"You're sick!" The boss widened his eyes. "When did you work for me? I don't even recognize you!"
The lady boss on the other side, who was busy teaching the waitress a lesson, raised her head and asked, "You worked in my restaurant before? When was that?"
"Three years ago," Xu Qian said. "Rest assured. I didn't come here to mess with you. You guys can stop pretending to act like a bunch of crazies in front of me."