After hanging up the phone, she looked at Ji Anning and apologized with much regret, "Miss Ji, I'm really sorry, it was our fault just now."
What?
Did Uncle really buy this store?
Does he have to be so willful?
Here, a shirt costs eighty-nine thousand, and even if other clothes are cheaper, they're still several thousand, tens of thousands, right? How much would it cost to buy this place?
Ji Anning's mind was filled with money symbols at this moment.
She didn't even notice that Yang Danning's face was uglier than pig liver.
"Miss Ji, you're so magnanimous, please forgive us."
The salespeople were now worried about their jobs and apologized to Ji Anning.
Especially the store manager, who had gotten this position in an upscale store not in a single day. It surely wasn't something achieved in just a month or two.
The salary here should be higher than those of the white-collar workers in offices.
