Qin Feng immediately hurried inside when he heard that.
Zheng Yujie was wearing a pale purple qipao.
Both its color and its tailoring were impeccable, and it looked especially lovely on her.
From the way Zheng Yujie kept turning in front of the mirror, it was clear that she loved it.
However, a woman in her fifties was standing beside her.
She pointed at the dress Zheng Yujie was wearing and said:
"I'll take that qipao. Wrap it up for me."
The sales assistant immediately looked troubled.
"Mrs. Huang, we only have one of this dress in stock at the moment."
The woman addressed as Mrs. Huang adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses and said haughtily:
"I don't care how many you have. That's the dress I like, and that's the one I want."
Little Fish wasn't having that. Her mother-in-law had picked out this dress, so why should she hand it over to someone else?
"I'm sorry, but we tried this dress on first, and we're very happy with it. We're going to buy it."
Seeing this, Qin Feng understood what was happening. He took out his bank card and offered it to the sales assistant.
Caught in the middle, the sales assistant looked from Qin Feng to Mrs. Huang.
"Mrs. Huang, how about I show you some other styles?"
"We've just received a new collection. I'm sure they'd look wonderful on you."
The woman folded her arms and snorted. "What? Does my word, Huang Shujuan's word, count for nothing here now?"
"Get your manager."
Qin Feng frowned slightly. Lady, are you going through menopause? Nobody here has done anything to you. Is this really necessary?
"Whatever your status, surely shopping still works on a first-come, first-served basis?"
"We chose it first, tried it on, and said we wanted to buy