"Apologize? There's no need. Besides, if You'er wants clothes she likes, why would she need a stranger to gift them?" Shangguan Qing declined faintly. Though only in his early twenties, he hailed from a prominent family and possessed an innate aristocratic and refined air. Moreover, he never accepted unearned favors and believed You'er would feel the same about gifts from strangers.
"Brother Qing is absolutely right. When have we of the Shangguan Family ever coveted others' charity? Hmph! Presumptuous. Trying to curry favor with us? Dream on!" Shangguan Rou stepped out of the fitting room, disdain etched on her face as she stared down Shen Jia.
