The clerk watched Sheng Ziqian strode away, then looked at Mu Xiaoqi, who was obviously unable to pay for it. He was immediately excited and shouted loud curses: "What MEISSEN are you a poor man strolling around? Are you mentally ill?"

"Let me figure it out, twelve million, can you afford it? Why don't you have long eyes when you walk?!

"Why don't you talk? Mute?! I'll call the police if you don't talk!"

"Do you know you're going to make me lose my job like that?"

Mu Xiaoqi stood there, his ears ached from the salesman's eight-degree curse.

But for a moment she didn't know what to say.

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