"Are you a Versace official?"

"And the tailoring for Mu Cheng?"

"Is that a fuss?"

"Versace is an international big brand. How could he reduce his identity to tailor his cowardly wife to a cowardly wife?"

Yuan Yuan shook his head and said, not believing it at all.

After all, even she does not have the qualifications to allow Versace official people to come to the door to cut clothes.

And Qiu Mucheng, a cowardly wife, is naturally even less likely to have this qualification?

However, after Yuan Yuan finished speaking, he realized that his words were a bit inappropriate, and quickly explained to Qiu Mucheng with a smile: "Mucheng, don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to look down on you just now."

"It's just a reminder to help you become more careful."

"After all, as far as I know, those who can get international big names to come and tailor their clothes are either rich or noble."

"There is absolutely no more than a palm in the entire Yunzhou."

"Even if my husband is young and promising, he will never be listed here anymore, let alone you."

"So, this person must be a liar."

Yuan Yuan said confidently.

"Miss, I think you've misunderstood. I'm really the head of the Versace Yunzhou branch." The middle-aged man explained.

"Oh?"

"I don't admit it yet, right?"

"I really think I can't expose you if you don't admit it?"

"Mu Cheng has never worn any luxury brand clothes. If you lie to her, you might be able to get away with it today."

"But unfortunately, you met me Yuan Yuan today."

"I tell you, I've worn Versace's clothes so much, and I know this brand very well."

"I have a hundred ways to expose you."

Yuan Yuan sneered coldly, then walked towards the middle-aged man, and said proudly: "You said you are the supervisor of the Versace Yunzhou branch. If this is the case, then you should know the model and price of your Versace clothes well, right?"

"Since that's the case, the one I'm wearing is from Versace. Tell me, how much is this piece of clothing worth?"

The man did not answer at first, but looked at Yuan Yuan, then reached out and touched the material of the clothes on Yuan Yuan's body, and then said, "Miss, are you afraid that you are not having any misunderstandings about our brand?"

"Your clothes, whether in the material, workmanship, or the sewing of details, are far from our authentic coats. Therefore, they are not clothes produced by us Versace at all."

"However, if you insist on asking me to give you a price. The cost of this coat on you is about ninety yuan. The market price is estimated to be between 18 and 25."

"Don't let it go!" As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Yuan Yuan couldn't sit still.

He got up and cursed angrily at the man.

"My mom, I spent 20,000 yuan to buy clothes, but you actually said the cost is only 90 yuan?"

“It’s just nonsense!”

"Just a fool who doesn't know the goods!"

"You dare to say that I'm not wearing Versace?"

"Are you blind and don't recognize the brand on your clothes?"
Chapter completed!