Wei Anning stormed to the counter with a briefcase in hand, the salesperson had already tallied the total: a staggering 208,800 pounds. Wei Anning felt her blood pressure rising as she stared at the bill.
"Two...two hundred eight thousand eight hundred? Is this Golden Battle Armor or something, why is it so expensive?"
The salesperson glanced at Leng Youchen not far away and said in a low voice, "Honey, our clothes are all crafted by renowned designers, with top-notch tailoring and fabrics, globally limited edition. You won't find anyone else wearing the same."
"Look, your boyfriend looks so dashing, this price is definitely worth it, don't hesitate. You can't put a price on happiness, right?"
Wei Anning's heart was bleeding. Was Leng Youchen a vampire? These two sets of clothes bled her savings dry. She should have just bought him something from a street stall, why did she bring him to a luxury mall?
