Unfortunately, Chen Yuwei didn't accept the long-haired sales associate's explanation and said angrily, "I don't care! I spent over a hundred thousand on a bag and in less than a year the hardware has discolored, and there are also signs of wear on the leather. Clearly, it's a quality issue with your products, how can you blame it on me? Aren't customers supposed to be gods? If there's no reasonable solution, then give me a new bag!"
Upon hearing this, both the long-haired sales associate and the customers in the store were stunned.
It was the first time they heard such shameless remarks.
"I remember now!" The long-haired sales associate looked at Chen Yuwei, her eyes showing the contempt that any normal person could easily see, "Wasn't it last June that you bought this here? You came in acting all high and mighty, demanding that we show you all our products to choose from, but in the end, it was Miss Song who paid for it."