Most of the clothes she usually wore were from affordable luxury brands. Being in this high-end luxury store, she inevitably felt a bit self-conscious, with a hint of discomfort occasionally flashing in her eyes.
Whether Han Xia noticed Zhou Yingying's unease was unclear, but she persistently kept pulling Zhou Yingying along, acting as if they were lifelong best friends.
Han Xia picked up clothing one after another, continuously asking, "Does this suit me? What do you think, does it look good?"
Zhou Yingying didn't dampen Han Xia's enthusiasm, earnestly cooperating by carefully examining each item and constantly agreeing, even helping Han Xia pick out clothes attentively.
In this way, back and forth, twenty minutes flew by, and Han Xia selected two or three outfits, joyfully shuttling between the fitting room and display area, each time asking Zhou Yingying to offer her opinion.
