Nan Qiao wondered if she had heard wrongly. How could he find it cheap?
A 150,000 yuan dress was actually cheap in Murong Chen's eyes.
Nan Qiao did not dare to believe it.
"Go and try. If you like it, buy it. Pick those you find beautiful and pick what you like."
Murong Chen was clearly sitting on the sofa with a harmonious expression. His gaze was fixed on Nan Qiao and never left her. He encouraged her to try on the clothes with his eyes.
His eyes were so gentle that water could be squeezed out of them.
The salesgirl was about to fall for him.
When would it be her turn to have such an immortal brother?
Nan Qiao stared into her brother's eyes. The man sitting on the sofa made the entire sofa look much more classy. The noble and handsome man was holding a cell phone and spinning it between his fingers.
He tapped his legs patiently and was not in a hurry at all. He even encouraged Nan Qiao to try on more clothes.
