The elevator stopped at the twelfth floor, and Qi Baotan stepped out.
"I'm sorry, really sorry. Let me wash it clean for you, alright?"
"This clothing isn't meant to be washed by hand. Just pay me. Since I already wore it, I'll give you a discount, eight thousand will do."
"What? Eight thousand? That's way too expensive!"
"Haha, truly a country bumpkin who knows nothing about fashion. Do you even realize this is an international luxury brand? Its original price is eighteen thousand. I'm pitying you here; I've already saved you quite a lot. Otherwise, I'd just call your manager and have her pay for it instead."
"No, no, no—don't call the manager." The woman's voice was full of panic.
Qi Baotan watched this scene unfold, and her lungs were practically about to explode.
She took a swift step forward, pulled her cowering mother behind her, furrowing her brows and standing firm.
"You've gone too far. This is outright extortion."
