Carrying a hint of surprise, she politely responded, "All right! Sir, what size do you wear? I'll go get you some clothes to try on."
"XXL," Lin Yifan replied.
"Okay, please wait a moment!"
Having said that, the saleswoman went to fetch the clothes.
However, before she could take more than a few steps, a loud voice came from outside the shop.
"Xiaocui! Hurry up and serve this young master. Today, I'm going to bring you a big sale!"
Hearing this familiar voice, the saleswoman immediately stopped in her tracks and turned around joyfully, asking, "Is it Young Master Zhao?"
"Besides this young master, who else would treat Xiaocui so well?"
The speaker's tone was filled with an air of dominance that brooked no argument.
"No! No! In this world, only Young Master Zhao treats Xiaocui the best."
The saleswoman, named Xiaocui, hurriedly explained, hoping the other party wouldn't misunderstand.
"Ugh!"
Lin Yifan at the side felt nauseated by the conversation between the two.
