Meng Sihan stood aside, observing their commotion, even listening to every word of their conversation. Seeing Fausto's frustrated expression, Meng Sihan looked quite content.
Fausto hadn't recovered from the young girl's quoted price and could only compose himself and persuaded gently, "Why don't you try it on first?"
An Yin, seeing that the man was silent, thought he had compromised. She began to doubt whether her price was too high again. Holding the dress, she stood there awkwardly, looking at him with a troubled expression.
"If your price is a bit lower, I could buy two." An Yin seemed to have made a huge decision, showing that buying two dresses at once was quite extravagant for her.
If it weren't for the young girl being present, Fausto might have coughed up blood.
"How about this, three pieces for a hundred?" Meng Sihan spoke up in time.
