Seeing the woman get angry, Liu Shimei hurriedly put on a servile smile, her voice carrying a hint of tremor and flattery: "Ms. Wu, that's definitely not what I meant. I was just thinking if there might be some misunderstanding here?"
Wu Jingyi didn't listen to her explanation at all, snorting heavily through her nose, a sound like a curse from the depths of Hell.
Her eyes glared like copper bells, full of fierce light, staring maliciously at Liu Shimei, as if wanting to swallow her whole: "I don't care how you ramble, this qipao issue happened in your lousy place, so you better compensate me obediently! Stop wasting words in front of me!"
"This qipao is made from top-grade materials, meticulously handcrafted by master craftsmen. I spent a full two hundred thousand on it, and you must return every cent today!" As she spoke, she poked fiercely at the counter, each poke seemingly stabbing at Liu Shimei's heart.
