"It was your people who insulted me first," the woman said defiantly, her neck stiff.
The store manager looked at Xiao Ji with a questioning gaze.
Xiao Ji shook his head and denied it: "I didn't."
"You did! You called me fat!" the woman glared at Xiao Ji, her face puffed out in anger, making her look even rounder.
"I only said that your body shape doesn't fit our clothing size," Xiao Ji argued.
"That's an insult, calling me fat," the woman said, her eyes wide.
Xiao Ji: "..."
Xiao Ji looked at the store manager with a wronged expression.
The store manager was speechless. Looking at the dress the woman was barely able to wear, he said seriously, "You're being unreasonable, ma'am. I'm glad you like the dress in our store, but the size is wrong, and there's no point in forcing it. If you really like it, you can leave your size, and we can make it to your measurements instead of fighting with our staff."
"You guys got involved too, throwing my husband right over from the fitting room. He got hurt, so you're responsible too," the woman accused, pulling her husband up from the ground.
Thinking back to how Xing Zhaozhao had thrown someone, which had made quite a commotion, Xiao Ji turned to look at Xing Zhaozhao with concern, worried that she might be implicated.
Xing Zhaozhao stood to the side with her arms crossed, seemingly unconcerned.
The store manager didn't see Xing Zhaozhao's move. She looked at Xiao Ji and Xing Zhaozhao; both were rather thin, and the obvious handprint on Xiao Ji's face was undeniable. Then she looked at the young couple, both of them quite robust, who actually claimed that they had thrown her husband over from the fitting room. They were lying without even thinking.
The store manager had lost his patience. They were in business, and the customer was king, but that didn't mean the customer could ride roughshod over them or lay a hand on them.
"My men fought with you, and only my men got injured. Do you think that makes sense? We have CCTV footage in our store. If you choose to lie and continue to cause trouble, then I'll have no choice but to call the police," the store manager said coldly and rudely.
The young couple became anxious upon hearing this: "You dare? Do you know who we are? Our family is related to your boss, Mr. Ying, by marriage. If this matter blows up and makes Mr. Ying lose face, do you think a small store manager like you can bear the consequences?"
The store manager was genuinely taken aback, looking at them nervously and asking, "Are you surnamed Ling?"
The young couple shook their heads.
"So that's the one surnamed Xia?" the shop manager continued to ask.
The young couple still shook their heads: "Our surname is Dong..."
Store manager: "..."
The store manager rolled his eyes, wanting to slap himself for almost being protected by these two swindlers.
She put her hands on her hips, raised her eyebrows, glared at the young couple, and said irritably, "You two are really something, trying to fool me. Do you really think I'm stupid? Our CEO Ying's in-laws only have the surnames Xia and Ling, where did this Dong surname come from?"
After saying that, the store manager turned to Xiao Ji and ordered, "Xiao Ji, call the police."
"Yes, manager," Xiao Ji replied, and immediately took out his phone.
The young couple, realizing the danger, turned pale with fright and immediately turned and ran away as if fleeing for their lives.
The store manager watched them run away in terror, a smug look on his face: "Do they really think I'm naive? They actually tried to scam me. They're so lucky."
Looking at the three numbers "110" that Xiao Ji had just entered on his phone screen, he hesitated before looking at the store manager and asking, "Manager, should we call the police?"
The store manager shook his head: "Forget it, we just scared them a little. They've all run away, and we haven't suffered any losses. Even if the police come, they'll just go through the motions. There's no need for that."
Xing Zhaozhao poked the store manager.
The store manager turned to Xing Zhaozhao with a smile: "What's wrong, Sister Xing?"
"They took the skirt," Xing Zhaozhao reminded them.
The store manager was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening. The smile on his face quickly froze, and his expression changed drastically. He cried out, "It's all over!" He hurriedly chased after the person, but it was too late; the person had already disappeared.
The store manager returned with a long face: "What should we do? That dress costs 3,000 yuan."
Xiao Ji's hand trembled slightly, and she turned to Xing Zhaozhao for a question: "What should we do, Sister Xing?"
Xing Zhaozhao glanced at the 110 number on her phone screen, which she hadn't yet dialed: "What else can we do? Call the police."
The store manager, looking indignant, nodded in agreement and said, "That's right, call the police, Xiao Ji." Although it wasn't that she couldn't afford to pay 3,000 yuan, it was still 3,000 yuan. Wouldn't it be better to keep the money and buy another bag?
Just then, Ying Rongrong arrived. As soon as she pushed the door open, she heard the words "call the police," frowned, and asked, "Call the police? Call what? What happened?"
"Ms. Ying?!" Upon seeing Ying Rongrong, both the store manager and Xiao Ji looked nervous.
"What exactly happened?" Ying Rongrong asked.
The store manager and Xiao Ji then explained the whole story to Ying Rongrong.
"...Those two swindlers even claimed that their family was related to your family, Mr. Ying. Everyone knows that your family's in-laws are either surnamed Xia or Ling, not Dong." The shop manager scoffed disdainfully.
"Unfortunately, they got away, and even took a dress we were trying on when we weren't looking." The store manager clenched her fist angrily. "So, we've decided to call the police."
Ying Rongrong frowned deeply, her brows so furrowed they looked like they could trap a fly.
Seeing that Ying Rongrong was in a bad mood, the store manager couldn't help but feel uneasy: "What's wrong, Ms. Ying? Do you think it's inappropriate for us to call the police? Then... maybe we should just let it go?"
"Report it! Why don't you report it? If you don't call the police, are you willing to bear the loss of 3,000 yuan?" Ying Rongrong looked at the store manager and said.
The store manager fell silent and gestured for Xiao Ji to call the police. Who would willingly lose 3000 yuan for no reason? She certainly wasn't happy about it.
Xiao Ji nodded and walked to the side to call the police.
Seeing that Ying Rongrong's brows remained furrowed, Xing Zhaozhao asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Even though you lost a dress, it shouldn't be causing you so much distress, right?"
Ying Rongrong looked at Xing Zhaozhao and shook her head: "Isn't it because of the dress?"
"What's the reason for that?" Xing Zhaozhao asked.
Ying Rongrong hesitated for a moment, then sighed helplessly and said, "Those two men surnamed Dong might actually be in-laws with our family."
The store manager stared at Ying Rongrong in astonishment, her eyes wide open, making one worry that her eyeballs might accidentally pop out of their sockets.
Xing Zhaozhao was also shocked, but she knew her own family's situation well and quickly recovered. She frowned and asked, "Xia Chen's biological mother's surname is Dong?"
Ying Rongrong nodded: "Doesn't seem like someone to be trifled with?"
Xing Zhaozhao raised an eyebrow slightly: "What do you mean by that?"
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