Quan Yifei's voice came over, and Jian Qing stood up to walk over.
"What do you think of this one?" Quan Yifei asked, holding up a slim, long dress and comparing it against herself.
Jian Qing took a glance, about to respond, she heard a commotion at the entrance.
"Your Highness, this way please."
"Sorry, you can't enter here."
"What's happening?" Quan Yifei, looking over to the entrance, opened her lips in surprise, seemingly speechless.
At the entrance, a dozen big burly men in black suits stood as guards.
The woman they referred to as "princess" was wrapped in a purple gown that highlighted her ravishing figure. With her deep-set features, exquisite makeup, and an exotic allure, she stood tall in silver high heels.
However, the proud and haughty expression on the woman's face somewhat marred her beauty, igniting a sense of displeasure.
Feeling slighted at their sudden denial at the entrance, the other customers were not pleased either.
