"Oh, so that's how it is. What a pity. After all, there are quite a few nice clothes in this store."
"There are indeed many nice clothes, but they may not all look good when worn."
Qiao Mo really didn't feel like talking. There was a white embroidered suit in the store, a new show model, beautifully trendy on the right person, but terribly like a rural lady entrepreneur on the wrong one.
Obviously, Chen Shiqing was the latter, and she didn't even realize it.
"Well, regardless of whether they look good or not, they are Nancheng's tokens of affection. Miss Qiao, don't you think so?" Chen Shiqing's eyes were full of smugness.
She felt like a long-held grudge had finally been released.
"Then you better cherish them. Seeing how happy you are, I guess he's never given you anything like this before?" Qiao Mo hit her right where it hurt without any courtesy.
