The female saleswoman left Lin Fan and his friend aside, enthusiastically attending to the High-End Lady, but little did she know that although the High-End Lady appeared glamorous, she was actually pretending—her branded clothes were all quality imitations.
As for the BMW worth several hundred thousand, the High-End Lady simply couldn't afford it.
The saleswoman had just put in a huge effort, talked so much that her mouth was dry, fervently pitching, and after discovering the truth, she was nearly driven to rage.
The High-End Lady even complained about the saleswoman's attitude, cursing as she walked away.
Had it not been for her job, the saleswoman would have loved to rush over and pull the High-End Lady's hair; if they had gotten into a fight, it would have been quite a spectacle.
"Miss, can you help us buy a car now?" Lin Fan smiled and asked.
