Sweet Revenge

Chapter 133 Interesting young man

“What nonsense!” Silvia poked her with a finger and sat her back.

“Geez, sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s going on in this world!”

She sat down, still thinking she had a point,

“I think it’s because he’s done so many bad things that God can’t stand it and is punishing him for

you.”

Silvia shook her head, “Okay, I’ll get the check, you gossipy little girl!”

“How much less fun you have to have in life if I don’t gossip!” Winnie said defiantly.

As she stood up, Silvia saw Winnie’s phone on her desk, still with the news picture about the car accident, Ladarius … retribution?

After parting from Winnie, Silvia went for a stroll around Gleaner’s Street to see if there were any interesting objects and to pass some of her free time.

It’s a place that specialises in vintage items, but of course there are some real ones and some fake ones, so it’s up to your eye.

After two blocks, a small shop without a front door caught her attention. The shop looked small, but the items were arranged in a way that showed that the owner had his own aesthetic.

As she approached the front of the shop, she could smell a faint fragrance.

It was refreshing, not strong and fragrant, but rather elegant, which matched his small shop.

When he entered the shop, no one was there to entertain him, as if the shop was empty.

Silvia went through the shop one by one, but the shop was mainly devoted to wood carvings, mostly ornaments or hangings carved out of wood.

Depending on the material of the wood, the carvings were different.

The workmanship is not that good, but the shape of each object is unique, that is, the first impression after entering the shop is different from others, very special.

shop twice but didn’t touch any of the objects with her

beard a clear man’s voice, “What are

only sitting with his head down in the corner and with the light and the surrounding scenery obscuring it,

not to

looked up and looked at himself quietly, his

looking.” Silvia smiled, “Boss, you’ve got a bit of a

come into the shop and don’t look

is mixed.” He sounded quite

an eyebrow, Silvia tilted her head to survey him, this young

than twenty or so, calling her a little girl out of

a wooden carving that was being polished, just

shop, you carved them?” She

my guest, you don’t care who carved them. You go to a restaurant and you have to care which chef made them.” He seemed a little impatient and

his case, “Of course I care.

to my taste. If you had carved the wood,

in his hand,

aren’t you?”

have carved (carving) but also tree (tea)

entendre.

that had not yet completely shed its youthfulness, but when he opened his mouth it was choked with gunpowder, but his skills were obviously not up to scratch and he was so angry at her that he blew up at her after a couple of

go! Don’t keep me from

said “Don’t hold me up”, not “Don’t hold me up”, so it was

he did, the more interesting Silvia found it, “Who says I’m not buying anything,

anything in the shop that catches your fancy, so get

old man come out, scolding her, “You’re kicking out customers again! Do you still

been in a flaming mood, instantly dropped

rooster.

the boss…” With an expression

“You–”

he was quickly lit

next second

what you! What did I tell you about talking nicely and being polite! You’ve driven your customers away and you’ve carved