Han Qingqing hung her head and clutched at the hem of her clothes, not saying a word.
The sneering and mocking words of the saleswoman were like knives stabbing into Han Qingqing's heart.
Chu Yang's face was ice-cold as he sneered, "Haha, how do you know that we can't afford the clothes here?"
The saleswoman looked even more disdainful and pointed at Chu Yang's clothes, "You ungrateful thing, don't you even look at what you're wearing?"
"A dirt-grey shirt, camo pants so worn they're whitening, a pair of muddy soled shoes, your entire outfit doesn't add up to fifty yuan, does it?"
"Hahaha!!!!" The saleswoman laughed wildly and unabashedly.
Chu Yang calmly said, "So what if it is?"
The saleswoman paused, her eyes filled with even more contempt, "Do you know the starting price of a piece of clothing in our store?"
Chu Yang's expression was indifferent, "How much?"
"Hmph!" The saleswoman snorted, "You uncultured bumpkin, you'll be scared to death when I tell you."
