Yan Jian drew in a breath: "Has Mister finished speaking?"
James was still immersed in lingering thoughts when she abruptly cut him off without mercy, leaving him momentarily stunned. He could only awkwardly say, "Uh, yes, finished."
"Since you've finished, please take your Buddha Head and leave." Yan Jian said expressionlessly, "As for the reason why the Buddha Head cries, I've already explained it to you. Staying longer is useless, goodbye."
James stared at her expression, feeling a tangle of thorns in his heart. An inexplicable anger rose sharply, though he couldn't pinpoint the reason.
He gritted his teeth, turned his head away, and noticed the merchandise filling the room. He smiled and walked away on his own, "I haven't finished looking. Your store seems to have many new arrivals, I need to take a look."
Yan Jian watched his triumphant departure, and thought: Can you be any more tedious?
But she endured and snorted, "Suit yourself."
