"Alright."
The saleslady paused in surprise, then smiled and asked her colleague to bring out the same style in stock for the young man.
The young man waved his hand impatiently and said, "What I meant is, I want the one he's holding."
He pointed at Bai Yan, who was about to take the clothes to try on.
"Sorry, this... sir, it's difficult for us to fulfill such a request. These customers have already taken a liking to this piece of clothing."
The saleslady wore an awkward smile on her face; she gave Bai Yan and An Xiaowan an apologetic smile, then turned to softly explain to the young man.
From a customer service standpoint, this saleslady's attitude indeed could not be faulted.
"So, we can't have a garment if we ask for it? What if I buy it? Wouldn't that work?"
The wealthy woman stepped forward, protectively shooting back at the saleslady.
