As the two of them left the store, Xiao Qing looked down at the dress in her hands, hardly able to believe that the woman beside her, without batting an eye, had bought her a gown costing nearly six figures and simply called it a skirt!
Thinking about the worth of this gown, Xiao Qing suddenly felt like she was carrying a bag of money in her hand.
"Sister Qing, would this be inappropriate?"
"There's nothing inappropriate about it. Some people just can't help but belittle others; if you encounter such people, it's actually worse for you to walk away."
Xiao Qing nodded in agreement. "But, the money for this dress..." It was nearly her annual salary and she wouldn't be able to pay it off quickly.
Xiao Qing stopped walking. Xiao Qing didn't know what she was about to do, only to hear her say earnestly, "Xiao Qing, this is a gift from me. You shouldn't feel any pressure about it."
