The big-bottomed woman saw her in a full outfit of cheap street market clothes and a thick disdain emerged from the depths of her eyes, mocking, "How come your store has a country bumpkin like this? How can someone dressed in cheap street market clothes possibly afford to buy clothes? Don't let this kind of person dirty these clothes!"
The salesperson, accustomed to all kinds of wealthy women, always considered the moneyed patrons the most important.
To someone like Wen Meimei, dressed head-to-toe in street market garb, they wouldn't give a second glance.
Turning to Wen Meimei with a disgruntled tone, the employee said, "Hey, are you buying clothes or not? If not, then leave quickly."
Wen Meimei lightly raised an eyebrow, indeed, she hadn't come to buy clothes.
But being treated like this, she wasn't going to act as if nothing had happened.
