The middle-aged man sneered, "Manager Ma, this kid is a pauper who doesn't have more than a hundred yuan on him.
He probably didn't bring this beauty to your shop to buy clothes. He just wanted her to try them out and satisfy his vanity."
Upon hearing this, Ma Xiaoling's expression turned cold.
She turned to look at Yang Luo with disdain in her eyes and said in a low voice, "Sir, if you can't afford this dress, don't cause trouble here and affect others!"
Yang Luo narrowed his eyes and said, "Let's not talk about whether I can afford it or not. Can this guy afford it?"
Ma Xiaoling sneered and said, "Kid, do you know who he is?
This man is Zhang Yaohui, President Zhang, of Ning City Express Logistics Co., Ltd!
President Zhang is worth a billion yuan and is also a VIP in our shop. Do you think President Zhang can afford it?"