Song Jiao was leisurely drinking tea on the side, watching the busy figures of these young girls, and secretly felt proud in her heart: Want to take my clothes for free? It won't be that easy.
For about half an hour, the store was filled with the chattering of girls and the rustling sounds of them picking out clothes.
They were like a group of happy little birds, flying among the dazzling array of clothes, and in the end everyone was contentedly choosing their favorite trophies.
Then, one after another, they walked to the counter with expectant eyes and asked Song Jiao, the female owner who always had a sweet smile on her face, to pack their food carefully.
At this moment, a police car was quietly parked on the street outside the store, its blue lights flashing in the afternoon sun, adding a bit of unusual atmosphere to this ordinary scene.
However, the people in the store were unaware of this, as their attention was all focused on the beautiful clothes they were about to get.
Song Jiao skillfully and carefully wrapped each piece of clothing in an exquisite packaging bag. After finishing each one, she gently put it aside, but had no intention of handing it to the long-awaited customers.
This action gradually aroused the girls' dissatisfaction, and the atmosphere began to become delicate.
Xia Xinxin's expression changed slightly, and she asked with some displeasure, "Sister, didn't you promise to pack it for us? Why aren't you giving it to us now?"
Hearing this, Song Jiao curled her lips into a playful smile, and lightly sighed, saying, "Oh, little sister, you seem to have forgotten the most important thing. The clothes may be nice, but you haven't paid for them yet. How can I give them to you for free? The total cost is three thousand yuan, which is really not expensive, and it's a great value!"
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