"Miss Zhu, your frame is slightly large, and this dress really isn't suitable for you. We have other new styles in the store that you might like to look at." The store manager patiently explained.
This dress was worth ten million. If it were damaged, she couldn't afford it—and neither could they!
She unreasonably retorted, "What do you mean I can't fit into it! It's clearly because you are not trying hard enough! You're just afraid that I will damage the dress!"
"I'm very sorry..." the manager apologized, bowing her head.
Yet inwardly, she cursed her thoroughly, and indeed, they were afraid she would damage the dress.
"How much is this dress? I'll buy it!" Zhu Jing said indignantly, feeling surrounded by a bunch of snobs.
She would buy the dress and try it however she wanted!
The manager, with a calm expression, watched her. "Miss Zhu, this dress is valued at ten million. Are you sure you really want to buy it?"
