Zhuang Xiyue couldn't be bothered with the lunatic, turning around to enter the changing room.
Mao Zhu glanced at Yun Ya, pointing at the dress on Yun Ya, she said to Mao Cuicui: "You'd definitely look better in this than she does."
The saleswoman chuckled, pretending not to see.
Mao Cuicui's eyes flickered, "This is someone else's dress, even if I like it, what can I do?"
Yun Ya watched with interest; there are always oddballs every year, but this year they seem particularly numerous. This woman is addicted to grabbing things.
"Since you like it, Aunt will buy it for you," Mao Zhu pointed at Yun Ya with an aggressive tone, "Take off that dress, I'll buy it."
Yun Ya lowered her gaze and smiled, while Mao Zhu's eyes widened, "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at which asylum you escaped from? Better go back and take your medicine."
