She could tell that Qiu Xingmi's bag was an old one, so she naturally did not take a customer like her seriously.
"Calculate the bill for them," Xiaoli said to one of the clerks.
The clerk quickly calculated. "A total of 167,000."
Xiaoli said to Shi Jin, "Guest, please pay."
Although she was speaking respectfully, her words did not have much respect.
Shi Jin could already tell her attitude. Qiu Xingmi was even more hurt.
Shi Jin reached out to hold Qiu Xingmi's hand and felt her tremble slightly.
Qiu Xingmi was naturally not someone with a glass heart, but Xiaoli's series of actions were undoubtedly rubbing salt into her wound.
Shi Jin asked indifferently, "So what is the reason for this?"
"I heard that you have an infectious disease," Xiaoli said. "We can't let others try on the clothes you tried on. What if it spreads to other customers? Who would dare to bear the responsibility? Since you've tried it, buy it."
