"It's thirty-eight fifty. If you want to buy, I can waive the change for you." The salesperson estimated silently, looking at the two of them dressed plainly, probably thinking they couldn't afford it.
"That's too expensive." Chen Huaying made a face, "Is this a black market? Selling a piece of clothing at this price, I think three fifty is more like it."
The salesperson instantly became unhappy, "If you can't afford it, don't buy it. There's a reason why our clothes are expensive."
"Say that again? Who can't afford it? Wanna bet I can tear your mouth apart?" With Chen Huaying's fierce courage, she wasn't one to suffer losses. She raised her hand to rush over and hit, scaring the salesperson to hide behind the counter.
"I'll call the police, how dare you hit someone."
"It's your filthy mouth, do you do business like this?"
