Josh ignored them.
Today, they had to find a way to the fifth floor.
The front desk starts work at 7 o'clock sharp.
The doll's gaze swept over everyone present, as if counting them, and a look of regret appeared in her eyes: "Not a single one is dead yet, these people are really useless."
Josh looked at her: "We need to go to the fifth floor, could you please lead the way for us?"
The doll started to laugh sarcastically: "Sorry, I'm just a receptionist, not responsible for leading the way. If you want to go to the fifth floor... you'll have to find your own way."
Josh frowned slightly: "Why don't you lead the way as the front desk? We are guests, without anyone to guide us, of course, we come to you if there's an issue. Aren't you afraid we'll complain with this kind of service attitude?"
The doll stared at Josh darkly: "It's not within my service scope, why should I serve you?"
Josh shrugged: "Well, I don't care. Your poor service makes me unhappy, so I will complain."
