Feng Qin was taken aback.
Complaining?
He glanced at the female sales assistant standing next to Ruan Qi, whose face was deathly pale, and recalling the noisy argument he had heard upon entering, he had a few guesses in mind.
Feng Qin turned his head and looked indifferently at the store manager.
The manager felt a chill through his body, as cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.
"This, Miss, Miss Ruan..." he nervously smiled at Ruan Qi, "I am the manager of this store, my surname is Yang. May I ask what trouble you've encountered? I will definitely help you resolve it."
Ruan Qi had been waiting for exactly these words.
The slighted young lady didn't hold back as she pointed at the sales assistant and began to complain.
"This sister wouldn't let me leave, insisting I buy the watch. She said the bill was already issued, and there would be no returns. She even tried to grab my clothes. Manager Uncle, is this how all the employees in your store act so high and mighty?"