Wen Meimei walked to the cashier's desk with calm composure, but unexpectedly, the sales associate didn't follow her.
"Hey, what are you standing there dumbfounded for? Come over here; it's time to check out."
The sales associate frowned and said, "Are you sure you want to buy these clothes?"
"If I'm not here to buy clothes, why the hell would I come to this crappy place? Hurry up and come over!" Wen Meimei's tone was close to exploding.
Crappy place?
Heh... Contempt flashed in the eyes of the sales associate. Did this dirt-poor girl really want to buy these expensive clothes? She'd bet her life she wouldn't believe it.
Unfortunately, the customer is king, right? She had no choice but to comply.
The cashier scanned all the clothes and said with a cold face, "That will be six hundred and fifty-three thousand, eight hundred and forty-two yuan in total."
Just then, Jin Aihua, who had been eager to see Wen Meimei make a fool of herself, rushed over, ready to enjoy the show.