"No, no." As the store manager, of course, he wouldn't chase away customers.
Whether they are just looking or actually intend to buy, they are all welcome.
But in front of Zhuang Zhongyue, he didn't dare to say too much, afraid of hurting Zhuang Zhongyue's pride.
"It's best not to touch anything," Shi Jiumei said sarcastically. "Little friend, don't touch things carelessly. If you happen to scratch something, your family won't afford to pay for it."
She was clearly looking for trouble; Ye Xiaomo's hands were soft, and his nails were short.
Even if his nails were long, they still couldn't scratch the car.
Ye Fei turned her head and gently told Ye Xiaomo, "Xiao Mo, it's true that Mommy can't afford it, but there's nothing wrong with just looking. Don't take what those two aunt and uncle said to heart. They're wrong. If they're wrong, just don't listen to them."
"Okay!" Ye Xiaomo nodded obediently.
