Su Ran blatantly ignored the sense of superiority in Chu Xiyao's tone, tossing the clothing to a sales assistant beside her, she said indifferently:
"No need. We can't afford the brands under the Chu family."
Chu Xiyao frowned and her face suddenly darkened.
"What does Miss Su mean by that?"
Su Ran scoffed, "What do I mean? Miss Chu surely knows. It's often said that the customer is God, but this is the first time I've encountered a store that not only picks its customers but also kicks God out the door.
It's also the first time I've encountered needing to consider the moods of Miss Chu's relatives first even when a customer is interested in something. Since one can't buy it even if one is keen, why bother at all?
Indeed, this is the style of an international brand that I've come to witness today."
The sarcasm in Su Ran's voice made Chu Xiyao's face look even more unsightly.
She held back her anger and glared at Yang Yuxin beside her.
"What's going on?"
