Su Ruoli was so angry that she took out eighteen yuan from her pocket, slapped it on the counter, and said:

"We're done with that white sweater. Here's the money. Can we see it now?"

The salesperson took the money, counted it, put it in the drawer, and turned to get the sweater.

Su Ruoli said, "Your hands are not clean, so you touch my clothes with your hands. If you make them dirty, you have to pay for it."

The salesperson was furious and pointed at Su Ruoli: "You..." But she kept saying "you" for a long time and had nothing to refute, because she was the one who said it.

Finally, the salesperson next to her couldn't stand it anymore and came over and said to Su Ruoli in a very good manner: "Comrade, I'm really sorry, this is our new one and she doesn't know the rules. I'll tell her later.

You want this white sweater, right? I'll take it down for you to take a look at. If it fits you, you can buy it."

"Okay, then you can help me get it." If you have a good attitude, I will have a good attitude too. If you look down on others, I'm sorry, I'm not feeding dogs.

The salesperson took the sweater off and handed it to Su Ruoli. Su Ruoli took it and gave it to Zhang Sitong. "Take a look. Do you like it?"

"Ah? You gave it to me? Try it yourself." Zhang Sitong pushed the sweater back to Su Ruoli.

"I don't like this sweater." Su Ruoli said.

"Okay, then I'll give you the money when you get back." Zhang Sitong said.

"Okay!"

Zhang Sitong held the sweater and gestured for a long time, then said to the salesperson, "Please wrap it up for me."

The salesperson took the sweater and put it in a paper bag for Zhang Sitong.

Zhang Sitong took the bag, put it in the backpack, and happily pulled Su Ruoli to continue looking at clothes.