So, in a sense, Jeslyn was right for saying Youan was playing with the clothes.
"Ahm… there's no need for that… hehehe." Manager Tim laughed awkwardly.
He turned to look at Youan and smiled faintly. "Miss, the thing is, our company only produces one set of these wears once in a lifetime. So, since both of you happened to like the same thing, we should split the clothes among you. How does that sound?"
"No!"
"No!"
Both Jeslyn and Youan refused. The manager swallowed. It was obvious both women wanted to make his job difficult.
He can't possibly give one person the clothes, could he?
"I got here first! I picked the clothes first!" Youan yelled.
"Oh? how was I supposed to know you wanted the clothes when I didn't meet them in your hands? I brought out my card. If that lady didn't cause trouble, I would have long left this store." Jeslyn retorted, albeit calmly and innocently.
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