Beside them, Zi'er knitted her brows.
"Oh, sir, what kind of clothes do you need? I can recommend some for you," the saleswoman who had mocked Tang Xuewu said, immediately approaching with an awkward smile.
"I'll just pick out a few of your latest styles," Qin Long said in a low voice, looking at her.
"Oh, of course." Not daring to offend him, the saleswoman nodded profusely.
"This one, and that one over there." Suddenly, Qin Long pointed at two dresses hanging on the lowest rack.
The surrounding people followed his gesture. Once they saw the clothes clearly, they couldn't help but burst into laughter. The girl who had snatched the dress from Tang Xuewu also sneered relentlessly. The two pieces Qin Long had chosen were arguably the oldest models in the store, currently on clearance.
So he's just a country bumpkin! He probably just came into a designer store to show off, but he ended up making a fool of himself! He can't even recognize designer clothes.
