Bai Yu changed into his own clothes and watched Song Qian's performance.

Song Qian took the clothes and first picked up the flaws.

"Your clothes are not well-made, and the color is not very straight, it is a little cheaper. Is this sweatshirt worth 300?"

Good guy.

She sells 600 and sells her directly for 300.

It’s half price once you export it, and it’s true that it’s an old world.

The shopping guide shook his head quickly.

"No. Women's clothes are priced clearly and cannot be cheap."

"Okay, then we won't buy it."

Song Qian used her ultimate skill.

However, the shopping guide has no choice but to have any help from the fact that the clothes are marked with clear prices.

Next.

Song Qian took Bai Yu to several other clothing stores.

Song Qian was very happy to pick it up, and took seven or eight pieces of clothes and sent it to Bai Yu's hand.

Bai Yu became a ruthless dress rack, changing clothes one by one.

In fact, to be fair.

Bai Yu has wide shoulders and narrow waist, eight-pack abs, and a handsome face, which is a perfect clothes rack.

It looks good in whatever you wear.

Bai Yu thought it would be fine to buy any piece of clothing.

But Song Qian insisted on striving for excellence. After visiting seven or eight clothing stores, Bai Yu changed into more than 20 clothes, and Song Qian was not satisfied.

Song Qian seemed not tired, and the wind was urging her to urge her.

"Hurry up, there is a clothing store in front, which will definitely look better!"

Bai Yu was already tired and shouted wildly in his heart.
Chapter completed!