"Bai Lu, I just happen to bring a jar of beauty cream today, which I have personally used and the effect is really good, you can also try it,"
Seeing that the atmosphere of the discussion was off, Murong Yu hurriedly stood up, took out a jar of beauty cream from her bag, and placed it on the table.
Bai Lu just glanced at it indifferently, the disdain on her face intensified.
Generally, these high-priced beauty products, although not very effective, always come in very exquisite packaging, with uniquely designed bottles that are very eye-catching.
But Zhang Xiaomeng's beauty cream looked really very ordinary.
She completely lost interest in negotiating and said in a cold tone,
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, Murong Yu, my beauty salon is just a small shop, we can't afford such high-end products."
Watching Bai Lu's undisguised disdain, Zhang Xiaomeng felt somewhat annoyed and said,
