Yang Ruxin looked at Xun Hui but didn't speak, only raising an eyebrow at her.
"I... I also want..." Xun Hui felt very guilty and hurriedly hugged the clothes on the counter.
Pfft! The female shopkeeper couldn't help but laugh. It was clear that the mother was afraid of her own daughter. She quickly composed herself, "Miss, your daughter is quite capable. Having a daughter like her, you should be chuckling to yourself." Then turning to Yang Ruxin, "My last name is Du, and my family has been in business for seven generations. Everyone calls me Du Qi Niang, and today I'm definitely giving you a discount..."
"My name is Yang Ruxin." Yang Ruxin was just as kind to those who were kind to her, "Everyone calls me Xinxin."
"Then I'll call you Xinxin too," Du Qi Niang said with a hearty laugh. "You've bought clothes for your family; aren't you going to buy a set for yourself?"
Yang Ruxin was stunned for a moment; she had truly forgotten about herself.