The saleswoman had a fairly pretty oval face, with a tiny black mole at the corner of her thin lips, giving her a somewhat foxy charm.
She glanced at Song Yun, then looked off somewhere else, acting like she hadn't heard him.
Seeing this, Song Yun was instantly amused.
He looked at the woman's name tag; on it were the three characters "Yang Lujing." He tapped on the glass counter, his previous polite attitude gone, and said, "Yang Lujing, take that bracelet out and let me have a look."
"Hillbilly."
Yang Lujing muttered, shot a glance at plainly dressed Song Yun, and didn't bother to hide the contempt in her eyes. Then she turned her head away, ignoring him.
Song Yun curled his lip and said with a laugh, "Phoenix Chaohuang must be feeling charitable today, actually hiring a deaf person as a saleswoman."
"Who are you calling deaf?"
Yang Lujing finally reacted, glaring at Song Yun, clearly annoyed.
