Qin Han complained, "Mom, why are we shopping in this kind of store? Look at these clothes, they can be used as dishrags, poorly crafted, and also, do they match my style at all? They are so low class."
"Didn't Dad give you a card? Are you trying to save money?"
The sales associate, who heard Qin Han's remarks, instantly was disheartened. She assumed that a pure-hearted girl had come to shop and had been patiently introducing her to clothes, but unexpectedly, the girl tried on so many outfits without making a purchase, and now was even criticizing their store's clothes as dishrag quality.
The saleswoman, who had initially very enthusiastic, listened to her complaints. Despite not saying anything, her face had cooled down, and she stopped the active guidance.
Seeing the situation, Li Yueyi quickly poked Qin Han in the forehead, "What do you know anyway."
Then, she kept browsing the store, trying to find another outfit for Qin Han.
