Qin Xue, who was about to try on a dress, suddenly furrowed her brows, put down the dress she was holding, and walked towards Wang Dadong. Feeling somewhat apologetic, she thought to herself that she must buy the dress Wang Dadong had chosen, no matter what.
Just as she was about to speak, Wang Dadong took the initiative and said, "I'll buy this dress, wrap it up for me."
"This dress is twenty-eight thousand, can you afford it?" the sales clerk didn't believe a mere security guard could afford such an expensive item and continued to mock him.
Qin Xue was slightly astonished, for even though Wang Dadong was full of mysteries in her eyes, he was still just a security guard, and twenty-eight thousand was almost his annual salary.
Upon hearing the dress was twenty-eight thousand, Wang Dadong almost jumped up and blurted out, "What, twenty-eight thousand?"
