Zhang Xiaoke looked up, a little frustrated. "Hey, are you dumb?"
"What?"
"How could you just ask about the price? You look like a fat sheep ready for slaughter." Zhang Xiaoke returned to her seat, then blinked and waved her arm. "You shouldn't talk when we're negotiating the price. You can leave it to me. What's your budget?"
"Three thousand."
"Wow." Zhang Xiaoke felt a little excited.
"This lad isn't willing to buy clothes," she thought.
"But he does spend money quite freely on leisurely things."
"If he doesn't like something, he won't pay any attention to it."
"But if he does, he's willing to spend any amount."
"The contrast is getting stronger."
Lin Yujing trembled at the side of the table. She found it hard to even swallow her cake.
Sometime later, the lady returned to her seat, phone still in hand.