Chapter 1123 The Clown

We don't even know each other, so why are you speaking so harshly? Is it necessary?

"I don't know them, but the two of you are acting quite unbecomingly. There's no need to embarrass yourself here. Why not go out and turn left? There's a market over there. Prices are low, and you should have whatever you want."

The girls may have noticed that the two men were dressed very simply. Although they had outstanding looks, their clothes and makeup looked very simple, and they did not look like rich people.

Otherwise, he wouldn't speak so harshly and rudely.

"No, you think we can't afford it? Wow, then stop talking, just buy it. From what you say, you seem very rich, so why don't you buy all of these? Why? Don't you like them? Buy them, just buy them all."

Fu Jiu was not one for good temper, and she immediately retorted sharply, speaking decisively and directly.

Song Shuran was also smiling, but the smile on her face was a bit cold, which gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Even though I have money, I only buy what I like. Why would I buy something if I don't like it?"

"That's hilarious! Why do you think the two of us can't afford it? We just don't like it. No, the way you're dressed doesn't look like you're rich to me."

Fu Jiu usually paid more attention to brands, and he could tell at a glance that the clothes on the girl in front of him looked cheap. At most, they were some small, second-rate brands.

It’s nothing like Song Shuran and I. Our clothes may look ordinary, but they are all hand-designed and custom-made!

Any one of them would cost tens of thousands of yuan.

"A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. See this bag of mine? It costs over 100 million. Can you two afford it?"

This time, no matter how good-tempered Song Shuran was, she couldn't help but speak up and expose the girl's lie.

"If I'm guessing correctly, this is a fake. The size of the bag is wrong, the lace isn't done properly, and it smells completely inferior. It must be fake."

What a coincidence, I also have this bag at home, but it’s an authentic one.

"Is my bag a fake? Don't I know for sure? What qualifications do you two have to question me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone nearby smiled puzzledly and said, "If I remember correctly, the bag in your hand is indeed a fake."

Most of the people shopping in the store are daughters of wealthy families. They have sharp eyes and are exposed to luxury goods on a daily basis. How could they not notice it?

"You're just a clown. There's no need to waste your time here."

Someone said it lightly, just a simple comment, but it instantly made the girl jump in anxiety!

"You haven't even seen it, so what right do you have to judge me here? Why don't you reflect on yourself? If you point fingers at others, you are probably not a good person yourself."

The girl also had no emotional intelligence. With just two short sentences, she instantly offended most of the people present.

So, Fu Jiu quickly pulled Song Shuran back and silently began to watch the show.

"The two of us will just wait and watch the show. If I remember correctly, these guys all seem to have bad tempers. They've all been spoiled by their families. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll definitely be investigating."

Just as Fu Jiu had said, the situation before them quickly became tense and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

The girl is weak and alone, and more importantly, the bag is fake and cannot stand!

Several young ladies were talking back and forth, and in an instant they made the man feel ashamed. They simply peeled off the skin on his face, threw him to the ground and stepped on him over and over again.

The girl finally ran away with tears on her face. She didn't look pitiful at all, but so pitiful!

"Oh, I just don't understand. I have a fake bag, and I don't know where I get the confidence to question others. I don't understand."

Fu Jiu curled her lips and said in complete confusion, but then she forgot about it and continued strolling with Song Shuran in high spirits.

The store soon returned to its usual quiet state, just like before, so quiet that only the waiter's whispered inquiries could be heard occasionally.

But before even ten minutes had passed, the girl who had fled in panic came back with her backer. Wasn't this just to find trouble?

"Who were those blind people just now? Come on, tell me."

The man standing next to the girl was wearing a black suit and looked very calm. It seemed that he was getting older and had a sense of authority.

The girl said delicately, "These are the ones. They were all saying bad things about me behind my back, saying my bag was fake. But this bag was given to me by my sister, how could it be fake?"

This sounds much more intriguing. On the one hand, it highlights one's own innocence, and on the other hand, it puts the blame on others.

Keep yourself clean, just like being untainted by the mud.

As luck would have it, Fu Jiu and Song Shuran happened to be standing in front of the counter and saw the scene. The girl even pointed at them.

I have to say, sometimes luck is really hard to understand. Whether it’s good or bad, it doesn’t even give you a chance to react!

"I was thinking I shouldn't have taken you shopping today. It seems like that's what they say, 'When the younger ones are beaten, the older ones come.'"

Fu Jiu was still in a leisurely mood at this time and laughed, making a joke.

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