The customers in the shop could not help but glance sideways. "Is this the rumored Qiao family's eldest daughter who came back from the countryside? Looking at her, she's really from the countryside. She's so petty."
How shameless.
"That's right. I just saw her touch those guitars on the wall, and one of them is what I wanted to buy. What bad luck!"
A female customer flung her hands in disgust, as if the guitar Qiao Xi had touched now carried an infectious disease.
Qiao Xi did not withdraw her hand and instead played with the guitar strings a few more times. She slowly said, "Bad luck… It's really bad luck…"
Qiao Rou said anxiously, "Sister, don't misunderstand. The customer didn't mean that…"
Then, she turned to the female customer and said apologetically, "Hello, I heard that you want to buy this guitar? How about I give you a discount and sell this guitar to you at a cheaper price?"
