"I will take this luck buckle!" A woman said arrogantly and then took out a bank card from her designer bag.
Looking at this domineering woman, Zayla felt familiar, as if she had seen her before.
It was the first time the salesgirl encountered such a situation. She froze.
She had been trained to deal with such an emergency, but she had never encountered it.
"I'm so sorry. We have a first-come, first-serve policy. We must ensure these two customers do not buy, and then we can sell this luck buckle to you."
The salesgirl quickly apologized.
The woman was even more upset when she heard about it.
"How long have they been looking at it? If they want to buy it, they've paid long ago!" As she said, she glanced at Zayla and Rickey.
"If you like it, just pay for it. Why are you keeping looking at it? I don't care what you do, but don't waste the others' time."