Yin Shuyao was taking her future sister-in-law Qin Sang out for shopping, selecting a dress to wear at the wedding banquet.
As they passed by this luxury brand store, she saw, from a few meters away, a profile inside the store that looked very much like Shen Jianian. Upon entering, she found it really was her, which instantly dampened her mood.
Hearing that she wanted to buy that exquisitely crafted dress in the window display, Yin Shuyao almost burst out laughing.
It seemed that Shen Jianian still hadn't adapted to being an ordinary person, still thinking of herself as a wealthy heiress, waving her hand to purchase a dress worth six or seven figures.
Moreover, with her current situation, she was probably worse off than an ordinary person.
"Shen Jianian, you're still staying in Yicheng? I almost thought I'd mistaken you for someone else." Yin Shuyao crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes full of disdain, as she looked Shen Jianian up and down.
