"Let go of me! I can walk on my own! You hear me…"
With the hustling footsteps of two store employees, Yang Xiaoxiao's shouting gradually faded away.
The store manager handed the packaged formal dress to Qiao Jing with both hands and sincerely said, "I am very sorry. I didn't know you were Miss Ni's friend. If I had known, even if she were a VIP customer at Yueji Pavilion, I wouldn't have sold the dress to her."
"I hope you'll be generous enough to forgive my previous mistake."
Qiao Jing reached out to take the dress and replied flatly, "It's understandable why you did that. There's nothing to forgive."
Actually, at first, the store manager was fair, and even mentioned that purchases should follow a first-come-first-served basis, intending to sell the dress to them.
But it was only after Yang Xiaoxiao showed her VIP identity that the manager suddenly changed his mind.
