Shu Pan and Ye Xiaomeng looked around again and again. After a long time, they finally reached a consensus and chose a wine-red handbag.
The bag had a novel design and an expensive color. It matched Song Can's temperament very well.
The bag was very nice but not the price. It cost about 20,000 yuan.
It wasn't the most expensive in the shop. Thinking that her birthday only happened once a year, Shu Pan gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and swiped her card. She then asked the salesperson to pack it up.
"Girl, you're so generous. It's more than 10,000 yuan and you didn't even bat an eye!" Ye Xiaomeng sighed in her heart. She was really nice to her mother-in-law.
"The gift for her must not be low quality." Shu Pan's heart was bleeding a little too. She definitely couldn't bear to buy such an expensive bag for herself.
Even though she was not short of money now, she had always been frugal and wouldn't spend lavishly.
