When the words left Su Qingsang's lips, a shadow crossed the retail assistants' faces.
The boutique carried high-end women's clothing which exuded luxury. Every piece of clothing was one of its kind and came in a single piece per style. It came as no surprise that the retail assistants felt indignant at having their luxurious boutique's clothes labeled as shoddy.
It was apparent, however, that the customers in the store were of high social standing. Prudence needed to be exercised by the retail assistants. They were not supposed to show any of their distaste.
The person who looked visibly agitated was Luo Meishan, as the words clearly struck a nerve in her. If her mockery of Su Qingsang was interpreted that way, it would reflect poorly on her.
"In what way am I saying the clothes here are shoddy?" Luo Meishan was riled by Su Qingsang's words. "I'm merely saying you have poor taste."
