Blood drained from the saleswoman's face when the charismatic man asked to see the manager of the department store directly. Nevertheless, she was a little clueless when he mentioned his surname, Lu.
"Why are you still standing here? Go!" Everyone in the world knew that Lu Xingzhi had a bad temper and that he had no patience too. So, as the saleswoman was still standing in a daze, he frowned agitatedly and called for the nearby security guard to get the manager.
The security guard was clueless as to what actually happened, but still sprinted all the way to get the manager.
After five minutes, Manager Zhang rushed over. When he recognized Lu Xingzhi from a distance, the doubt on his face was immediately replaced with a wide smile.
"It's really you, Master Lu!" Manager Zhang stretched out his hand to offer a handshake as soon as he approached them, but Lu Xingzhi looked at him and his hand without any reaction, so Manager Zhang embarrassedly retracted his hand. "The security guard told me that someone with the surname Lu is here. I guessed it must be your family, but I didn't expect it to be you, Master Lu. Have you come back from the base for a break?"
The way Manager Zhang was speaking humbly and his smiling face even after the man gave him a cold shoulder surprised the saleswoman and security guard.
"I called you here to ask you since when is your saleswoman allowed to point her finger at my wife and scold her? Since when is my wife not allowed to even touch the skirts in your department store?" Lu Xingzhi's tone, eyes, and expression radiated the same level of frigidness that made all of them shudder in shock.
He was angry. He was very, very angry.
The woman he wanted to adore and pamper dearly had been scolded by some hooligans.
Lu Xingzhi snorted irritatedly. "Whatever my wife fancies, I'll buy it for her. You don't have to pay my bills for me. That's it, you can go now."
Then, he turned to another salesperson and asked her to take down the skirt that Jiang Yao was looking at and proceed to the cashier.
Jiang Yao tugged at Lu Xingzhi and said, "I haven't tried it yet, I don't know if it fits."
"It's just a few hundred dollars. If you can wear it, just wear it. If it doesn't fit, give it to Xiaoxiao's dog as its pet cushion," Lu Xingzhi smirked without a hint of hesitation and distress. He took Jiang Yao's hand and walked toward the cashier.
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