"Sir, ma'am, we'll just iron these clothes for you. Please have a seat for a moment." The sales associate led the two to a seating area and brought them some tea. Her service was impeccable.
"I'm going to the restroom," Lin Xue said, standing up after sitting for a moment.
Zhao Yuan nodded, casually picking up a magazine from the coffee table and flipping through it out of boredom.
Just as she entered the restroom, two more customers walked into the boutique.
These two weren't very old either. The man was dressed in a flamboyant purple outfit, looking quite flashy. The girl had a standard "influencer face," wore heavy makeup, and clung tightly to the man's arm, as if wishing she could permanently rest her head on his chest.
Their outfits and their behavior were so cringey that even the well-trained sales associates could barely stand to look.
After entering, the man scanned the room and was momentarily stunned when he suddenly spotted Zhao Yuan in the seating area.
