Su Yang ignored the sycophants trailing behind him, took a turn, and entered a high-end brand store with the two women.
The clerk, seeing customers walk in, immediately rushed over with enthusiasm. However, upon seeing the attire of Su Yang and the others, her enthusiasm vanished in an instant.
"Get out, get out, our boss isn't here, we don't have money for you lot!" the clerk shooed them away, mumbling impatiently, "What are those security guards even for? How can they let just anyone in here?"
Qi'er and Su Xia were at a loss, while Su Yang coldly said, "We're here to look at clothes!"
"Look at clothes?" The clerk paused momentarily, then frowned and said, "What's there to see about clothes? We're here to sell clothes, not to showcase them!"
Su Yang's brow furrowed, about to speak, when Fang Ming and his group approached.
"Yo, Sister Chen, what's making you so angry?" Fang Ming said with a grin.
