Meng Sihan had never been humiliated like this before; the boss's words clearly looked down on him.
The boss saw the man saying nothing and snatched the dress from the young girl's hands, full of disdain, "You look decent enough, but can't even afford a dress while making comments. Don't you feel ashamed as a man?"
The boss's behavior was practically the same as a shrew.
The surroundings were noisy, even though a spat had broken out here, no one came to watch the show. After all, regular night market goers often encounter scenes like this.
Meng Sihan was already in a bad mood, and now bombarded by the boss's rapid-fire words, even the best composure was overwhelmed by anger rising straight to his head.
An Yin watched the man's extremely sullen face and quickly turned around, "Meng Sihan, let's go, I won't buy it."
She soothed softly, afraid the man before her would cause trouble, and just as she thought, something did happen.
