"What a terrible memory. What is she even good for?! I have no idea how she got this job!"
A middle-aged woman couldn't help but exclaim, her voice dripping with scorn.
"I saw that girl when she first came in. She was so busy staring at the other customer's clothes, she probably didn't even hear what they wanted to buy."
Another customer chimed in.
Xiao Chen's face instantly flushed red. She lowered her head, desperately trying to recall what had just happened.
But she couldn't remember a thing.
"Could you please say it again...? I'll be sure to remember this time!"
she pleaded, her voice trembling.
Song Qingya could only sigh in resignation and repeat her order.
Squeezing his way out of the crowd, Luo Fuman couldn't help but exclaim, "Sister-in-law, you've bought so much today! Those bags look heavy. Can you manage?"
Fei Jin, standing beside her, smiled faintly and cut in, "I'll carry them."
