Mo Ran had no choice but to be pulled in by Mo Yan.
The sales clerk inside saw them, thinking they were just ordinary people looking to feast their eyes and didn't come forward to serve them.
They had seen plenty of such people, who would come into the store to broaden their horizons, but wouldn't buy a single thing.
"Ranran, what do you think of this one? Is it nice?" Mo Yan asked, pointing to a beige knit sweater dress.
"It's nice," Mo Ran nodded.
"Then I'll try it on." She excitedly found a sales clerk and said, "Take that dress down, I want to try it on."
The clerk's expression was not enthusiastic, she blandly said, "Miss, that dress is worth ten thousand..."
"What, you think I can't afford it?" Mo Yan raised an eyebrow, cutting her off, her voice somewhat sharp. She had seen it all before, and from the clerk's words, she knew the clerk was looking down on her.
The clerk's face stiffened, but still dutifully took down the dress and handed it to her.
