She chose not to understand, turned her face away, and continued: "Taotao, which hospital does Zhixuan live in?"
Seeing that she finally asked Shangguan Zhixuan, Yang Taotao softened her tone and said, "It's not easy to get in at a private hospital."
Shop assistant Xiao A walked around to her and reminded her in a low voice: "Ms. Lin, you forgot to ask if the clothes have contrasting colors."
Lin Qianqian turned her face away again, and the clerk Xiao A stalked her again.
Finally, she simply walked into the dressing room and slammed the door in front of the clerk, Little A.
Shopkeeper A: “…….”
The sound of chatter came from the locker room.
Shop clerk Xiao A knocked on the door and said awkwardly: "Ms. Lin, I...my mobile phone."
Miss Lin's voice came from inside: "Why are you anxious? I won't run away."
Shopkeeper A felt aggrieved: “…….”
But the phone bill will run away.
Lin Qianqian asked Yang Taotao some more questions, then turned off the phone and quickly changed out of her evening dress.
She opened the door, still wearing the casual sports suit, youthful and bright, and threw the evening dress in her hand to the clerk A: "Wrap it up and take it away."
Shopkeeper A was ecstatic: "Yes, thank you Miss Lin, uh..., for my mobile phone."
Lin Qianqian held her chin high and walked out of the fitting room arrogantly. After hearing this, she stepped back in two or three steps and dragged the clerk Xiao A into the dressing room.
She deliberately lowered her voice: "How much does your mobile phone cost?"
"Two thousand yuan." The clerk Xiao A choked up her saliva. Why did she have a premonition of being robbed?
Lin Qianqian touched the bag on her body and realized, damn, she had no money on her.
Her wallet and mobile phone were left in the bar and disappeared a few days ago.
Lin Qianqian picked through the pile of clothes she brought in. The lowest-priced piece of clothing cost 30,000 yuan. "I'll give you this dress, and you give me your phone."
Exchanging an evening dress worth 30,000 yuan for a broken mobile phone worth 2,000 yuan is too cheap.
But the clerk, Little A, refused and reached out to grab his cell phone. He said very preciously, "Ms. Lin, it's useless for me to want this kind of clothes. Besides, I can't give you my cell phone because it has the numbers of many of my friends."
Lin Qianqian said angrily: "You are so stupid. No wonder you are a salesperson. You can sell your clothes for money and buy a new mobile phone. As for the number... you can always get it back."
This, this... is too barbaric.
Shopkeeper A looked at Lin Qianqian pitifully, refusing to obey, shaking her head again and again.
Lin Qianqian was too lazy to argue with her: "That's it."
Then he stuffed the 30,000-yuan evening dress into her arms: "Let's settle the accounts together."
This move blinded the onlookers with their titanium alloy dog eyes.
For the sake of her friends who are working at the same grassroots level, the clerk Xiao A grabbed the phone tightly and defended the numbers of her good sisters: "I don't want it."
"Let go, I'm not robbing you." Sister Lin said boldly, trying hard to 'snatch' the phone back from the clerk Xiao A: "A thirty-thousand-yuan evening dress, if sold at half discount, is still fifteen thousand, how can you
My brain can't turn around."
The clerk, Little A, pulled back whiningly: "I just want my mobile phone, I don't want a half-discounted evening dress."
Lin Qianqian was furious, but refused to let go, as if someone else was the one grabbing the phone.
The two of them were just fighting over each other in the fitting room.
The clerk C next to her couldn't stand it and stepped forward: "Ms. Lin, I'll give you my mobile phone."
An Apple fifth-generation mobile phone shone brightly into Lin Qianqian's eyes...
PS: Weiwei, who had to write words when she was out, couldn't afford to be hurt, so she rolled on the ground and begged for comfort.