"Sir, what are you trying to do?" Xiao Jiang was startled by the fat man's rude behavior and quickly ran over, wanting to stop him. But standing at less than 1.65 meters tall, Xiao Jiang was no match for the 180-pound fat man, who simply pushed Xiao Jiang aside, sending him sprawling to the ground like a ragdoll, gritting his teeth in pain and struggling to stand.
"You little nuisance dare block my way?!" The fat man glared at Xiao Jiang and continued marching forward. Sister Li seemed not to notice Xiao Jiang's fall, nodding and bowing alongside the fat man, smiling and accommodating him.
To Sister Li, whether Xiao Jiang suffered or not was irrelevant to her. If she sold this piece of clothing, the commission would be equivalent to a month's salary.
Neither An Yiqing nor Gu Yelin expected that just by trying on some clothes, they would stir up such a commotion. This man didn't even speak before attempting to use his hands.
