A bright and delicate voice came from outside the door, causing many people to look back.
Yang Zimei knew that the voice came from Murong Yan without looking.
"Miss Murong, please wait a moment, I will give you a dress to try on." When Xiaoli saw Murong Yan, a regular customer, she immediately put on her warmest smile and said.
"Then you can only buy one skirt in your store, right? I can never stand someone wearing the same dress as me." Murong Yan asked.
"That's natural. When Miss Murong puts it on, it will definitely be unique. It was specially designed by our designer LW for you. There will be no two of them." Xiaoli hurriedly came to Yang Zimei and stretched out her hand from the model.
Take off that skirt.
It turns out that this dress was ordered by Murong Yan.
Then she didn't bother to ask for it and continued to look at other clothes.
Xiaoli brought the skirt in front of Murong Yan and said garrulously: "That girl in shabby clothes actually wanted to try on this dress just now. She didn't even look at the price. How could she buy it?"
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Murong Yan glanced over and saw Yang Zimei's figure.
She was in a good mood, but as soon as she saw Yang Zimei, she immediately fell into a bad mood.
To her, Yang Zimei was like a thorn stuck in her heart. Whenever she saw it, she felt uncomfortable.
To Yang Zimei, she was like a fly in the rice, and he didn't want to see her.
"She hasn't touched these clothes, has she?"
Murong Yan asked Xiaoli with a hint of disgust.
"No, no, she just asked, how could we let someone like her who can't afford it just touch it?" Xiaoli said hurriedly.
"Well, that's pretty much it. I suggest you don't let her try on the clothes in your store, and don't let her buy your clothes. Otherwise, I will never come to your store to buy clothes next time. I don't want that.
The poor guy wearing the same brand of clothes as me simply lowers my taste." Murong Yan said to Xiaoli.
When Xiaoli heard this, she was shocked.
Murong Yan is a big customer of their clothing store, spending at least tens of thousands of yuan in the store every month.
Therefore, she hurriedly told other shop assistants not to let Yang Zimei try on the clothes.
Yang Zimei didn't notice their conversation. When she saw another light cyan skirt, she was about to reach out and touch the fabric. She was immediately stopped by a clerk who said, "Miss, the clothes in our store are all high-end and high-quality."
, it is not suitable for you, and people who do not buy it are not allowed to touch it casually, otherwise, our customers will have objections."
Her words really made Yang Zimei feel uncomfortable, especially when he saw the smug expression on Murong Yan's face, he roughly guessed that it was her fault.
"I want to see your shop owner." She said coldly.
"Meet our shopkeeper? Can you meet our shopkeeper casually?" the clerk sneered, "So what if you meet us? Do you want to complain to us?"
"No." Yang Zimei said coldly, "I want to buy your whole store."
"Ha!" the clerk sneered and looked her up and down, "Girl, you must have come out of a mental hospital."
"You just came out of the mental hospital." Yang Zi said angrily.
"You didn't come from a mental hospital, why are you talking nonsense about people with mental illness?"
"Who wants to see me?" At this time, a middle-aged woman about forty years old with exquisite makeup and decent clothes walked down the stairs on the second floor and asked in confusion.
This woman looked somewhat familiar to Yang Zimei.
"Shopkeeper, she wants to see you and says she wants to buy our store. She's really mentally ill." the clerk said hurriedly.