At this moment, inside the clothing store, Qiao Zhiyun looked at Fu Wan, who somewhat arrogantly stared at the girl and said, "Is that enough? If it's not, there's another women's clothing store next door. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you."
"I, I really didn't mean that... You're misunderstanding, I just..." Before the innocent girl could finish speaking, she had already burst into tears.
Fu Wan could not stand people like her; she turned her head to glance at Qiao Zhiyun and suddenly chuckled, "Little girl, do you know how old he is? He's over forty, old enough to be your father."
Qiao Zhiyun frowned.
The innocent girl lowered her head, biting her lip, not speaking, just crying nonstop.
If someone didn't know better, they might think Fu Wan had done something to her.
