"If you don't have the money, don't come and look at our houses. Once you're out, take the left bus stop 8. The houses there are cheap, even a beggar can afford them. You'd better go there ..."
His face was red with anger.
Murong Mian glared at the sales assistant coldly. She had seen many people like him who would only look at what was waiting for them. With him around, there was no way his father-in-law would be humiliated.
He took a look and saw another one standing there, looking unfamiliar. He looked like he had just joined the company and was waving to the male salesperson."You, come over."
"Sir, do you need any help?" the male saleswoman ran over.
"You just joined?"
"Yes, sir. I just arrived at the beginning of this month."
"You haven't sold a single set yet, have you?" Murong Mian asked.
The male saleswoman was so embarrassed that she couldn't say anything."I ... I ..."