Even a terra-cotta warrior has a hint of temper, let alone this manager who, though put in a difficult position, had worked in such a luxury store for so long and held his current position—it was simply impossible for Chu Yixue to intimidate him with just a few words. His earlier difficulty was nothing more than not wanting to offend customers on either side.
"Miss, feel free to browse." The manager no longer wore the warm, pleasant expression from before, his demeanor had toughened considerably, "First come, first served. The other lady is currently viewing it, unless she explicitly states she doesn't want it, I'm afraid we can't sell it to you."
Though firm, his words were spoken neither humbly nor haughtily, making it hard to find fault.
"You—" Chu Yixue was fuming.
She felt humiliated in front of Zhong Niangyao today and couldn't stand it.
