Lin Banxia pushed open a stall in the restroom and reached back to undo the zipper on her dress. She tried several times but couldn't catch it.
The dress was designed to be too form-fitting, and she was afraid of using too much force, worrying she might damage the zipper.
Although Wei Chen had said the dress wasn't expensive, she still understood—it definitely wasn't cheap.
For someone like Wei Chen, a wealthy young master, that kind of money meant nothing. But for ordinary people, tens of thousands or even a million was an astronomical figure.
Lin Banxia had no choice; she couldn't undo the zipper and didn't dare to tug at it forcefully. If she damaged it, her heart would ache.
Suddenly, she seemed to hear someone push open the door and was slightly surprised.
She immediately opened the stall door, hoping to find someone to help her.
But the moment she opened the door, she was completely stunned.
