Mo Ran didn't answer him. She turned around and walked forward. The car followed her closely. If she stopped, it stopped. If she walked, it walked.
This Yuan Zhe, how can he be such an inconsiderate person?
Seeing a mall nearby, Mo Ran stepped inside.
Her pace quickened, intentionally trying to shake off the person behind her.
She was more familiar with this place. As soon as she went in, she disappeared from view. Weaving through the mall, Mo Ran made sure she had gotten rid of him before slowing down her pace.
Entering the clothing section, Mo Ran walked and browsed, her eyes suddenly falling on a blue floral chiffon dress, unable to look away.
"Miss, you can try this on. This dress matches your skin tone very well. You'll look great in it," the shop assistant eagerly approached her.
Mo Ran walked over, took the dress down, and compared it in front of the mirror a couple of times, feeling very satisfied.
She didn't need to try it on to know it would fit her perfectly.
