"How much do you say?" You You was almost stunned, those two round black eyes were as big as copper bells.

Thirty-five thousand?

Well, she must have heard it wrong!

It's not just a little fabric, and gold can't be made.

"Thirty-five thousand, this is the goods that just arrived today, the new style."

When the clerk saw You You's look, her face was not very good, but her professional smile had to be hung up.

Luo Yangyang pursed her lips, and the little coffee that remained at the bottom of the cup shook for a while, because her hands trembled.

She knew that the clothes in this store were expensive, but she didn't expect them to be so expensive.

Not to mention thirty-five thousand, she doesn't even have three thousand five on her.

"What, Luo Yangyang, don't you have any money?" Luo Yangyang's silence with his head lowered made Feng Yihan smile even more coquettishly.

This time, she was really smiling.

It seems that the eldest brother did not give Luo Yangyang money.

This realization made her feel very good.

"No money?" Ye Shayan began to sing and reconcile with Feng Yihan, "You got the clothes but you don't have the money to pay, so what should I do with this coat?" ”

Feng Yihan and Ye Shayan sang the double reed, which made Luo Yangyang clench his little fists nervously, and his slightly long nails were about to sink into the flesh.

Ye Shayan is right, she has no money to pay.

"This young lady?" Hearing this, no matter how professional the clerk was, the smile on her face couldn't be suppressed.

I saw her look at Luo Yangyang with a slightly sharp gaze: "I'll help you wrap up your clothes, please follow me to the counter to settle the bill, okay?" ”

The clothes were splashed with coffee stains, and the clothes were wasted.

She can't afford this loss, and the store won't pay for the dress.

"Wait!" You You yelled and stopped the clerk who was trying to lead Luo Yang to the counter.

Feng Yihan and Ye Shayan glanced at each other, both of them laughed, gloating and waiting for how Luo Yangyang would end.

"Yangyang, how much money do you have?" You You leaned into Luo Yangyang's ear and whispered, "I only have one thousand sixteen." ”

How much money he has in his wallet, although Luo Yangyang doesn't know very well, he still knows the approximate number: "No more than two thousand." ”

"What then? Our money doesn't add up to even a fraction of a fraction. ”