The child casually replied, "Once you buy it, you'll find someone to make a pair with it."
Summer Ford was used to this kind of sweet-talking sales tactic and ignored it.
She wanted to continue walking nearby, but behind her, a soft magnetic voice casually sounded, "I'll take this pair!"
The familiar voice made her pause slightly, and she turned her head stiffly.
Aiden Lennox stood next to the little girl, pointing at one of the pairs of rag dolls and speaking to her gently.
The little girl was delighted to make a sale and handed him the two dolls, looking up with a sweet smile, "200 francs, thank you, sir!"
"What 200? It's unethical to overcharge at such a young age." Nearby, Summer Ford interjected.
The little girl, as if not hearing her, continued pitching to Aiden Lennox, "Sir, these are handmade, they're special, right?"
Aiden Lennox didn't say anything, just handed the money to her.
