"Ah ha, what kind of clothes do you sell at Xin Le Apparel, huh? I've only worn them for two days, and it's already torn, dammit. Are you playing games with me?" The burly fat man pointed at the T-shirt he was wearing, which had a hole the size of a finger near the belly button.
"Our clothes all come from the factory, how could there be a problem?" Chen Lele spoke up against the fat man, but halfway through, she was pulled back by Chen Lixin.
"I'm sorry, sir, do you have a receipt for this shirt? If it was indeed purchased from our store and has quality issues within the warranty period, we can help you return or exchange it," Chen Lixin said to the fat man with a smile on her face.
These few individuals looked like trouble, and two of them even had tattooed arms showing. Chen Lixin, just a small apparel store owner, knew exactly what kind of people they were; she just couldn't afford to provoke them.
