"Boss, do you have a fitting room?" the woman asked, holding a piece of sheer fabric in her hand.
Zhang Ziwen glanced at it. The ultra-thin, sky-blue lingerie set was familiar to him from his day in the shop: he knew the lacy thong she held was daring, indecently sexy.
Seeing that he remained silent, eyes fixed on the lingerie in her hand, she pulled a puzzled face: "I'm asking you."
"....What? Oh.....A fitting room, right? Yes.....over there." Zhang Ziwen pointed his finger at a small door near the staircase.
The woman, taken aback by his inattentiveness, glared at him discontentedly.
