However, except for her beautiful eyes, Su Xiu's clothes were also patched.
When she entered the supply and marketing cooperative, she attracted strange looks from others.
The two sisters stood before the hardware counter for a long time. The salesperson in her twenties was busy knitting and didn't even look at her.
This kind of silent contempt was the most unbearable.
"Hello, do you have locks and zippers for sale?" Su Wen asked.
The knitting salesgirl looked at Su Wen impatiently, especially when she saw Su Xiu's decolored and patched clothes. She gave her a disdainful look.
Su Wen couldn't help but feel angry. "I'm asking you a question. If you have it, we'd like to buy some. If not, we won't disturb you."
"Do you have an industrial ticket?" The salesgirl finally opened her mouth arrogantly.
