The man took out a credit card and handed it directly to Xiaojia, telling her to pack the clothes Chen Hao was wearing.
As for the fit, it wasn't actually a problem for him, since he could always buy them and have a high-end tailor alter them to be smaller if necessary.
The man's words and actions also made the other sales clerks cast envious glances at Xiaojia.
Especially the saleswoman who had just served them; she felt a faint sense of jealousy and dissatisfaction. Why didn't they swipe their card and buy directly from her earlier, but they did with Xiaojia?
She knew that the article of clothing at Xiaojia's place was the same size as hers, but why was there such a big difference in treatment and outcome?
If she had known, she would have let that broke-ass guy try it on earlier!