The sales associate saw Zhang Yang, a grown man, leaving dejectedly without saying anything and immediately muttered disdainfully behind him.
"I thought he was something special? These sisters really have worse and worse taste."
Shen Jiayi was quite upset and wanted to argue with the sales associate, but Zhang Yang stopped her.
"It's not worth it to stoop to her level. Don't let others affect our mood. This mall isn't the only place with stores; we can shop elsewhere without spending money where it makes us angry."
Shen Jiayi thought this made sense.
"Alright then, as long as I'm with Brother Zhang Yang, I'm happy. Brother Zhang Yang is right; we won't let someone like that ruin our mood."
The sales associate could hear Zhang Yang and Shen Jiayi's conversation clearly.
She still scoffed disdainfully, and at that moment, the store manager happened to come out.
"What's going on? What happened?"
