"Alright!" Jiang Xue nodded and then walked toward the clothes hanging there. One piece, two pieces, three pieces. When Lu Ling saw Jiang Xue walking towards the fourth piece of clothing, her expression changed, and she suddenly shouted, "Jiang Xue, wait a minute."
"What's the matter, Miss Lu, is there something wrong?" Jiang Xue stopped, looking at Lu Ling with a puzzled expression.
"Why are you picking out so many clothes?" Lu Ling's face turned a bit pale. The money she had on her could at most buy two pieces of clothing. But Jiang Xue, as it happened, picked four pieces in one go. Even if each piece cost a thousand, four pieces would be four thousand, which would take away four months of her salary.
Could it be that she had mistaken, and this Jiang Xue was actually rich?
Thinking of this possibility, Lu Ling's face grew uglier, and she said, "Jiang Xue, do you have enough money to buy so many clothes?"
