Manshu hid in the fitting room and rubbed her hot face.
The clerk outside called her three times before she opened the door to the fitting room.
She changed into another set of clothes.
As soon as it came out, the store clerk praised it for looking good.
Wan Yi also praised him.
He had just experienced his third master's super calm face, but he felt that his cultivation was not enough.
The third master heard the little girl talking about him several times a night, and even said such bold words as "I want to be his wife", but he still looked normal.
As expected of the third master!
There is a reason why I am where I am today.
Even his face is thicker than others.
"Isn't this outfit too mature?" Manshu changed into another outfit, which was a daisy dress.
The skirt is above the knee and slightly short.
She tugged at the hem of her skirt and frowned slightly.
It’s not like I didn’t wear shorter ones in my last life.
But she is still young now, would it be inappropriate to dress like this?
But the clerk felt that she could hold up the skirt, and kept praising her: "You are not mature. Miss, your legs are slender and straight. Wearing this skirt can just show off your long legs."
She was also a little envious of Manshu, not everyone could have a pair of beautiful legs.
"If you don't believe me, let Mr. Yan take a look." Knowing that this was the feared Mr. Yan in City C, the clerk's attitude became more respectful.
He also admired Manshu even more.
After all, Mr. Yan supported her just now and even drove away his niece.
In the eyes of the clerk, Manshu is no longer the ordinary little girl who dares to go against the wealthy daughter.
How dare Manshu call Yan Zhan to watch?
But Yan Zhan did express his opinion, and he was very cold: "It doesn't look good."
Three words can end the life or death of this skirt.
Later, Manshu changed a few more sets.
He said any skirt that was above the knee, had a slightly low neckline, or had a slightly exposed back would not look good.
The clerk couldn't help but mutter: What kind of antique aesthetic is this, Mr. Yan?
Manshu felt that Yan Zhan probably regarded her as a child.
In the end, she only chose two sets that she thought were most suitable.
Yan Zhan asked the store clerk to pack the other four sets she tried on, all of which were above-the-knee skirts or suits.
"I can't wear that much." Manshu quickly stopped.
Who would buy all the clothes in one store when going shopping?
A store basically has a style.
If she buys so much now, she won't even think about buying any more this summer.
"Go and pay the bill." Yan Zhan told Wan Yi without giving Manshu a chance to refuse.
"Then I'll pay for it myself. It's not like I don't have money!" Seeing that Yan Zhan couldn't be beaten, Manshu only took out his bank card and the discount card given by Mr. Ming.
Wan Yi looked at his boss.
"Swipe this card." Yan Zhan handed over his card, "Didn't you agree to pay compensation?"
Yan Zhan glanced at Manshu's nose and then at her neck.
Manshu reacted instantly.
He was not only talking about the money he had to pay for bumping her nose just now, but he was also talking about the Tiehanhan who had received nine years of compulsory education from the Thief Sect and held her hostage.
"Okay, thank you, Uncle San!" Manshu smiled and took the card.
If you delay it any longer, you won't give Yan Zhan face, so you might as well follow him.
She was indeed stabbed in the neck, and Yan Zhan probably felt that he would not be able to get through this if he did not compensate her.
Thinking of this, Manshu accepted it with peace of mind.
Manshu handed the discount card to the cashier in the store, and the cashier was stunned when he saw the discount card.
I called the store manager directly.
"Store manager, is this discount card the legendary top VIP card?"
The store manager took the card over and looked at it carefully.