Li Feng looked at the female sales associate, "You think I can't afford it?"
"Since I asked you to get it, just bring it here. Why, do you want me to file a complaint against you?"
The sales associate, Yingying, looked at Li Feng without pretending, feeling infuriated inside. 'Poor ghost, who do you think you are.'
"What's wrong, Yingying?"
"Nothing, just a poor ghost. It's not enough to try on clothes; he also wants a shirt. I told him there's a fee for opening the shirt packaging, and he yelled at me."
"Hmph."
"You could have just spoken nicely, couldn't you? If someone really complains, they'll deduct it from your salary."
"I know."
Sales associate Yingying went straight to the shirt section, picked the most expensive one, and brought it out. 'Hmph, let you yell at me.'
"Sir, the shirt is a packaged item; once opened, it must be purchased. I need to make this clear to you first."
"Such a fuss."
