Nian Junting was sick of hearing compliments, after all, he grew up listening to flattery. He assessed the retail store and it looked like it offered a good variety, and saw there was a couple picking out clothes along one of its aisles. He signaled to Luosang and said, "Help me pick."
Luosang smiled as she spoke, "We need a brown suit."
"Alright, give me a moment," said the salesperson. She quickly retrieved three sets of brown suits in different designs, and Luosang picked one out.
Nian Junting emerged from the changing room in the $1000 suit; he looked elegant and posh.
"How nice, you look like a superstar." The salesperson was generous with her compliments.
Nian Junting didn't pay any attention to her and walked straight to Luosang to ask, "How is it?"
"Dashing." Luosang nodded her head in approval.
Nian Junting wasn't satisfied, "Anything else you're going to add?"
