Upon seeing the old client arriving, the service lady left Qin Yiren.
Like her other colleagues, she moved over flatteringly to greet, "Mrs. Chu, it seems like you haven't come personally for a while. Did you like the new bag from last week?"
Mrs. Chu lifted her chin arrogantly, enjoying the circle and flattery of everyone around her, and commented nonchalantly, "It's so-so, the designer's taste is lacking."
The service lady laughed and echoed, "Since you say so, it must be the designer's fault. I will definitely write a letter to their headquarters one day."
"Yes, yes, who doesn't know Mrs. Chu's taste."
"Even among the high-society ladies of Jianghai, your taste is top-notch, unrivaled by others."
The words of praise came pouring down, and Mrs. Chu nodded proudly, then turned to see Qin Yiren trying to sneak away.
The arrogant smile disappeared instantly, and she frowned and snapped, "Stop!"
Qin Yiren barely made it to the store door, frozen in the act of pushing it open.
