Xiao Yue had already treated Tang Zhiyun's money as her own money. Compared to the million yuan worth of clothes, she wanted Tang Zhiyun to make the company bigger. When the time came, she needn't fret that she wouldn't have enough money to buy clothes. Thus, she would definitely agree to Mrs. Tang's suggestion.
The four of them walked towards the other boutiques.
However, along the way, Mrs. Tang's expression turned uglier and uglier.
Tang Zhiyun's brother even muttered at this moment, "Why do the cheapest clothes here cost more than 100,000 yuan? That's enough money to build a few small houses in our village."
Mrs. Tang glared at him, feeling vexed.
Xiao Yue was also frustrated. Since they had brought her to such a place to buy clothes, was she just supposed to take a look? It wasn't as if she was asking for clothes that cost more than a million yuan. What was wrong with buying a set that cost over a hundred thousand yuan?
