"Gu Xiaoer, what do you mean by this? Don't you understand when I'm talking to you?" Wen Xin screeched, rude and overbearing.
Gu Xiaoer looked indifferent, squinting slightly at her: "Since when do I need to listen to you?"
"You!" Wen Xin shouted defiantly, rushing forward and directly stopping the service attendant's packaging action, her arrogant and willful temper flaring up again: "No, I won't allow you to sell it to her."
"Miss?" The service attendant said awkwardly.
"Xinxin, stop causing trouble, we can just buy a different model." Wen Zhiyan admonished, pulling at Wen Xin.
Wen Xin shook off Wen Zhiyan's hand, shaking her head and stamping her feet: "Mom, can't you see she's doing it on purpose? No way, I just want this massager, and I'll pay three times the price!"
"Do you think the HDS Group's punishment on the Han Family isn't enough?" Gu Xiaoer coldly surveyed the pretentious mother and daughter duo. Spending Han Family's money truly without any heartache.
