"Mr. Yan, your wife refuses to wear any of the gowns!" The shop assistant complained, winking furiously at Yan Sijue.
Yan Sijue was sitting on the sofa, flipping through a magazine. Upon hearing the shop assistant's words, he lifted his head and looked at the helpless Mu Yiliang beside him.
"Mrs. Yan doesn't want to show her back, arms, or legs... Where can we find such a gown? Only sportswear might work!" she grumbled.
"Is this your idea of customer service?" Yan Sijue responded coldly.
"Huh?" The shop assistant, who had been trying to catch his favor, was stunned to receive such an unkind reply from him.
"Isn't meeting the customer's needs your main principle? Find out what kind of clothes she wants and then meet her needs; that's what you're supposed to do, not come to me with complaints." Yan Sijue closed the magazine and uncrossed his legs, "If you can't manage it, then I can only assume you're not capable enough, and it seems I need to find another store."
