While the shop employee went in search of the other two colors, Qiao Mianmian flipped out her phone and took a picture of the bag she was currently holding.
She opened her WeChat messenger and was just about to send the photo of the bag to Jiang Luoli.
Before she could press "Send," a high-pitched voice laced with honey traveled to her ears. "Oh my, that bag looks so good. I like it."
The sound of a pair of clicking high-heels neared her.
Qiao Mianmian caught a whiff of a sweet yet nauseating smell of perfume as that honey-laced voice rang nearer to her ears this time. "Young Master Gong, I love this bag. Can you buy it for me? Please?"
The woman behind her extended her hand to point directly at the bag that Qiao Mianmian was holding, as she continued to pester the man standing beside her with that honeyed voice.
Young Master Gong?
Qiao Mianmian couldn't help but knit her eyebrows together when she heard that name.
