However, the sales assistant not only showed no kindness in response to Ye Huanhuan's inquiry, but also displayed a very contemptuous expression.

Are you sure you want to try it on?

Ye Huanhuan was looking down at the clothes and didn't notice the expression on the saleswoman's face. She nodded and said, "Yes, please take it to the fitting room for me."

As she spoke, she prepared to go to the fitting room to try on those clothes.

The saleswoman scoffed, "Tsk, look at yourself! You want to try on our clothes? Every single piece in our store costs tens of thousands of yuan, and we don't let just anyone try them on."

Ye Huanhuan was stunned. She never expected that the saleswoman in front of her would be even worse than the cashier downstairs.

She frowned and questioned, "Since your shop is located in a shopping mall, are you not allowing customers to try on clothes? What kind of logic is that?"

The sales assistant replied sarcastically, "Oh dear, this dress is so expensive. I'm just worried you might accidentally damage it and then I won't be able to afford to pay for it! So I'm just kindly reminding you!" She then rolled her eyes.

Ye Huanhuan was furious, but she still forced back her anger and said, "How do you know I can't afford it? What gives you the right to look down on me like that?"

The sales assistant looked Ye Huanhuan up and down again and found that she didn't even have a decent bag, which made her even more convinced that Ye Huanhuan was a penniless pauper.

"Are you sure you can afford this? That's laughable! It's not that I look down on you, but look at yourself, what kind of clothes are you wearing? Let me give you a piece of advice: every pot has its lid. Take a good look in the mirror. These clothes aren't for a poor wretch like you!"

Ye Huanhuan looked at the arrogant and domineering saleswoman in front of her and said in an icy tone:

"What kind of service is this? Aren't you afraid I'll complain to the mall management?"

However, the sales assistant didn't seem to care, even rolling her eyes and responding dismissively:

"Do as you please! Do you think I'm afraid of your complaints? You clearly can't afford clothes, yet you dare to try on our store's high-end clothing. You should look in the mirror and see how much you actually weigh. Go ahead and complain if you dare, I'm not afraid of you, you poor wretch!"

"Smack!"

Ye Huanhuan slapped the sales assistant hard across the face without any mercy, "You snobbish jerk!"

The sales assistant was slapped by Ye Huanhuan, and covered her mouth while angrily cursing:

"You bitch! How dare you hit me!"

Just as she was about to retaliate, she saw Ye Huanhuan take out a utility knife from her jeans pocket and stab it into the clothes on the mannequin without hesitation, instantly leaving a conspicuous hole in the clothes.

The punctured garment had a price tag of 28,800 yuan.

The saleswoman screamed, "Ah! What are you doing? How dare you damage our clothes? You poor wretch, can you afford to pay for them?"

She never expected that Ye Huanhuan would carry a knife with her and then stab a hole in the model right in front of her.

Ye Huanhuan's eyes were cold as she held a utility knife and continued to make cuts on the mannequin's body.

The saleswoman turned pale with fright and immediately distanced herself from Ye Huanhuan, shouting at the top of her lungs:

"Security! Security! Come quick! Someone here has a knife and is trying to attack and injure people!"

Faced with the sales assistant's panic, Ye Huanhuan did not back down. Instead, she straightened up and shouted loudly:

"shut your mouth!"

Then, she glared fiercely at the sales assistant with a sharp look.

By this time, a crowd of onlookers had gathered, expressing their bewilderment and criticism of Ye Huanhuan's behavior, and discussing it animatedly.

"What's wrong with this girl? Why is she carrying a knife?"

"Could he be mentally ill?"

"Oh my god, let's not get too close, or we might get hurt by her."

"Yeah, yeah, let's not get involved in this, let's go, it's too dangerous..."

The scene instantly descended into chaos, and the manager on the second floor of the mall rushed over upon seeing the situation.

Upon seeing the utility knife in Ye Huanhuan's hand and the torn clothing, he was immediately startled, but still cautiously asked:

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

As he spoke, he kept gesturing to the security guards next to him, telling them to quickly step forward and subdue Ye Huanhuan.

However, Ye Huanhuan remained unmoved and slowly put the utility knife away.

Upon seeing this, the security guards slowly stopped in their tracks.

By this time, a crowd of onlookers had gathered. Seeing this, Ye Huanhuan showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, she raised her chin, took out her bank card, handed it directly to the manager, and said calmly:

"I'll buy the clothes this mannequin is wearing."

The manager was clearly a bit confused. He paused for a moment, then asked in bewilderment:

"Miss, what's wrong...?"

Ye Huanhuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile that contrasted sharply with her earlier frenzied demeanor.

She looked at the manager and calmly said, "I said I want to buy this dress, don't you understand? Besides..."

At this point, Ye Huanhuan suddenly pointed to the sales assistant in the store and continued:

"I'm going to file a complaint against her for speaking ill of me and showing no respect whatsoever! I slashed this dress with a knife to teach her a lesson and make her understand that if you choose to work in the service industry, you shouldn't look down on people!"

These words immediately caused an uproar among the onlookers.

"Oh, I see. I knew it! How could such a pretty girl be mentally ill?"

"Exactly, that's definitely the problem. She's so arrogant and looks down on people. No wonder she was so angry that she took a knife and slashed their clothes."

"I just saw this girl slap that sales assistant. Good job! With that kind of service attitude, she deserved to be hit!"

"Look, that dress costs 28,000 yuan! This girl is really extravagant. She tore a 28,000 yuan dress to shreds. It's truly admirable."

"Oh dear, the clothes this little girl is wearing look so cheap. Can she really afford such expensive clothes?"