Five minutes later, Qiang Xinran came back.
Thwack!
A bundle of cash slammed onto the counter; the sales clerk knew this was it.
This girl was out to make those four maids suffer; just now, she had sneakily wanted He Juan to take off the dress and call it quits after leaving.
After all, there weren't so many onlookers anymore.
Unfortunately, Meng Han was fanning the flames on the side, with such unpleasant words that made it impossible for the four of them to leave.
Now, looking at this woman, it was clear she really had money.
"What's your name again? Weren't you here to buy something? Missy, right here I have three thousand yuan; if you can, go ahead and buy."
A smug expression.
Bai Xiao nodded, glanced at the cash—indeed a substantial amount, with thirty bills of one hundred yuan each, shiny and tempting.
"Alright, then it's settled."
"Now it's your turn; you wanted to buy something, so hurry up and buy it. I really want to see how you'll take the money out to buy."
