"Pfft…" Nan Qiao really could not hold it in and laughed out loud. This sales lady was too fun. Every word was stabbing Nan Zhi.
At the end of the day, Nan Zhi only wanted Nan Qiao to take off her dress and give it to her. However, the sales lady's consecutive words made Nan Zhi speechless.
Now, she could not find a reason to make her take off her clothes.
Nan Zhi felt like her liver was about to explode from anger. How could someone be so infuriating? Does she still want to do business?
"Nan Qiao, give your dress to Zhizhi." Liang Rui acted as the middleman and actually commanded Nan Qiao.
"What if I don't?" Nan Qiao rolled her eyes.
"Nan Qiao, you know that she's in a wheelchair now because of you. If not for you, she wouldn't have become like this. Also, the injuries on her arm were all caused by you. Don't you feel guilty at all?"
