Jiang Ran turned the label over for everyone to see.
"Every piece of clothing here has a label, with the na of the Little Wardrobe sewn on the front, along with the size of the clothing, the date it was made, and the serial number of the item."
The label is square and sewing so much onto it is actually quite difficult.
Jiang Ran did this at first, and later entrusted it to Feng Xuehua.
Feng Xuehua knows how to use a sewing machine to embroider, so stitching these words isn’t difficult at all.
In the beginning, when she wasn’t that proficient, she might have been slower.
But later, as she got better, the speed increased dramatically.
When Jiang Ran first suggested embroidering the label, Xia Qiufang and others thought it was unnecessary.
But now, they feel extrely fortunate.
Fortunately!
Thanks to Jiang Ran’s foresight and for preparing this in advance, they are not so passive now.
The middle-aged woman looked at the label, hesitated for a mont, and quickly opened her mouth, preparing to say sothing.
But before she could speak, Jiang Ran continued, "We record the numbers on the labels in a book, matching them one by one. The label on each dress is in the sa position, so if you say this dress was custom-made here, check if there’s a label."
"You—"
The middle-aged woman’s expression changed instantly, and she reached out to snatch the dress from Jiang Ran’s hands, but Jiang Ran easily avoided her.
Jiang Ran took a step back and directly checked the sa spot but didn’t see a label.
The place where the label should be was sewn neatly, without any signs of tearing; the label couldn’t have fallen off, nor was there any trace of it being cut.
Everyone’s gaze closely followed Jiang Ran’s actions, and after seeing this, there was nothing left unclear.
This middle-aged woman got a dress from sowhere else and claid it was bought at the Little Wardrobe, obviously coming to provoke trouble.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Jiang Ran looked coldly at the middle-aged woman.
Being stared at like that by Jiang Ran, the middle-aged woman felt completely uneasy and couldn’t speak clearly.
After opening her mouth several tis, she finally said, "I... maybe I rember wrong... it wasn’t bought here. Give back the dress!"
Jiang Ran let out a cold laugh, raising her eyebrow, "Just a mont ago, you were so confident saying the dress was bought here, and now you’re saying it wasn’t. You’re flipping black into white, and our people were beaten by you for nothing?"
"So what do you want?"
"Hit back," Jiang Ran said lightly.
"Hit back??" The middle-aged woman exclaid in shock, almost jumping up from where she stood, "You want to hit back? Dream on! Just try touching a finger on !"
What Jiang Ran dislikes the most is being threatened.
Upon hearing the middle-aged woman’s words, she imdiately strode forward quickly and slapped the woman across the face.
The crisp slap sounded, and the woman’s face was turned to the side, her body stepping back two steps.
Although this woman wasn’t as tall as Jiang Ran, she was stout, her arms exposed were as thick as two of Jiang Ran’s arms.
Yet, even a person with such a build was hit back two steps by Jiang Ran.
This ti, everyone’s gaze towards Jiang Ran changed.
Only Xia Qiufang was not surprised in the slightest.
What is this?
Jiang Ran could send a person flying with a slap; now this middle-aged woman was simply pushed back two steps, clearly Jiang Ran showed restraint.
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