Shen Xinzhu doesn't know how ugly her expression looks now.
"For us, the customer is God. If every customer buys something, do we need to ask how they got their money? Miss Shen, if you continue, we'll have to call security." Goddess of grace? Her demeanor is hardly as good as Little Zhi Liao's.
People spend their fiancé's money, but that's because the fiancé is willing.
If she were a man, she too would be willing to spend money on Lu Xingzhi. Such a beautiful girl, with fair and tender skin, naturally needs to be pampered.
Someone like Shen Xinzhu, if she were a man, she wouldn't like her either.
No wonder Little Zhi Liao says she doesn't even qualify to be a mistress.
"Fine, I'll remember you. Call your manager out, I want to ask if all your store's employees have such quality?" Shen Xinzhu's face turned green; she hadn't expected a watch seller would dare speak to her like this.
"I am the manager," Yang Ying said.
