Ye Xiu wasn't angry; after all, he was covered in grime. Jiaojiao was also dirty since she hadn't washed her face or hands after eating. It was understandable that the saleslady mistook them for beggars.
"We're here to buy clothes, not beg," Ye Xiu explained.
The saleslady scoffed. "You say you're not beggars? Who'd believe that? Look at you—dirty and smelly. Get out of here! You're standing in the doorway and scaring off other customers with your stench."
Ye Xiu didn't bother arguing. He took out his wallet, pulled out all the cash inside—2,000 gold—and said, "Now do you believe we're here to buy clothes?"
"My, my. Begging on Biluo Island must be easy work," the saleslady sneered, still blocking the entrance with no intention of letting Ye Xiu and Jiaojiao inside. "Even a beggar can just pull out this much gold."
Ye Xiu's brows furrowed. "I can't come in even though I have money?"
