"Slap!" A slapping sound resonated.
"I want to try it now, go get it for me."
"Let's go see, which aunty is so angry." Ye Shuangshuang indignantly pressed through the crowd, already squeezing into the throng of people.
Song Yan Ning wasn't interested in these affairs. Seeing both Ye Shuangshuang and Song Yanli dive into the crowd, she reluctantly followed them.
After much difficulty, the three of them made their way to the front, and saw a middle-aged woman, both stout and dark, dressed in a red dress, holding an Hermès bag, towering arrogantly over a shop assistant.
The shop assistant, her face slightly swollen, was helplessly crying.
"That's too much!" Ye Shuangshuang walked up beside the shop assistant, furiously confronting the middle-aged woman, "They have already explained to you that it's not available, yet you insist they fetch it for you to try, and you even hit them. Don't you think that's over the line?"
