"Miss, could you please get another identical piece and wrap it up for us?" Scarcely had Shen Congwen's voice faded when disdainful laughter erupted around them. The smile on the saleslady's face also stiffened strangely.
"HAHAHA, a bumpkin is always a bumpkin. Didn't even bother to ask around. Every piece of clothing here, both fabric and design, is one of a kind. Clearly as rustic as they come, yet pretending to be wealthy." Shangguan Rou mocked. Her words incited even louder laughter from the crowd.
"You're the bumpkin! I saw that dress first, why should I let you have it? Brother Shen Cheng, boo hoo hoo, Jia'er just loves that dress!" Shen Jia cried, looking at Shen Cheng and Wanqian approaching. She threw herself into Shen Cheng's arms, sobbing pitifully.
