She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Manshu hid in the fitting room and rubbed his hot face.

The clerk outside called her three times before she opened the door of the fitting room.

She changed into another outfit.

As soon as it came out, the clerk praised it for being beautiful.

Wan Yi also followed suit and praised.

He had just experienced the super calm face of his Third Master, and felt that his practice was not enough.

When the Third Master heard the little girls discussing how many times he had sex in one night and even said something like "I want to be his wife", he could still remain calm.

As expected, he is the Third Master!

There is a reason why I have the status I have today.

Even my face is thicker than others.

"Is this outfit too mature?" Manshu changed into another outfit, a dress with small daisies.

The skirt is above the knee and a little short.

She tugged at the hem of her skirt and frowned slightly.

It’s not like I haven’t worn shorter ones in my previous life.

But she is still young, isn’t it inappropriate to dress like this?

The clerk thought she could carry off the skirt and kept praising her, "You don't look mature at all. Miss, you have long and straight legs. This skirt will show off your long legs."

She was a little envious of Manshu, because not everyone can have a pair of beautiful legs.

“If you don’t believe me, let Mr. Yan take a look.” Knowing that this was the feared Third Master Yan in City C, the clerk became more respectful.

As a result, I admired Manshu even more.

After all, just now, Mr. Yan Sanye supported her and drove away his niece.

In the eyes of the shop assistant, Manshu is no longer the ordinary girl who dares to go against the daughter of a wealthy family.

How could Manshu dare to ask Yan Zhan to look?

But Yan Zhan did express his opinion, and he said coldly: "It doesn't look good."

These three words determined the life or death of this skirt.

Later, Manshu changed into several more sets.

He said any skirt that was above the knee, had a low neckline, or exposed the back was ugly.

The shop assistants couldn't help but wonder: What kind of old-fashioned aesthetic is this, Mr. Yan San?

Manshu felt that Yan Zhan probably treated her as a child.

In the end, she only chose two sets that she thought were most suitable.

Yan Zhan asked the clerk to pack up the other four sets she had tried on, all of which were knee-length skirts or suits.

"I can't wear so many clothes." Manshu quickly stopped him.

Who would buy all their clothes in one store when shopping?

A store basically has one style.

If she buys so much now, she won't be able to buy anything this summer.

"Go pay the bill." Yan Zhan didn't give Manshu a chance to refuse and ordered Wan Yi.

"Then I'll pay the bill myself. I'm not short of money!" Seeing that he couldn't win over Yan Zhan, Manshu just took out his bank card and the discount card given by Mr. Ming.

Wan Yi looked at his boss.

"Swipe this card." Yan Zhan handed over his card. "Didn't we agree to pay the money?"

Yan Zhan glanced at Manshu's nose and then at her neck.

Manshu reacted instantly.

Not only did he talk about how he had just bumped into her nose and had to pay compensation, he also mentioned how that idiot from the Thief Sect who had received nine years of compulsory education had held her hostage.

"Okay, then thank you, Uncle San!" Manshu took the card with a smile.

If we postpone it any further, we would be disrespecting Yan Zhan, so we might as well go along with him.

She was indeed stabbed in the neck, and she probably wouldn't be able to get over it if Yan Zhan didn't compensate her.

Thinking of this, Manshu accepted it with peace of mind.

Manshu handed the discount card to the cashier in the store, and the cashier was stunned when he saw the discount card.

I called the store manager directly.

"Manager, is this discount card the legendary top VIP card?"

The store manager took the card and examined it carefully.