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Yin Ruowei glanced over under the trend and exclaimed, "Is it you?"
Yue Qin also furrowed her brows, her face showing clear displeasure.
Half of it was because of Ming Ge as a person, and the other half was because she might lose a bag she had taken a liking to without having to pay for it herself.
Ming Ge slowly turned around while pulling out a card from her bag, her smile not reaching her eyes as she said, "Isn't it me?"
She handed the card to the sales associate with practiced grace, and everything about her, from her gaze to the words that left her red lips, was directed at Yue Qin and Yin Ruowei, "Sorry, but I bought this bag."
She said sorry, but there wasn't a trace of apology on her face.
Beautiful, nonchalant, and incredibly arrogant.
The contempt and mockery in her eyes and brow made Yin Ruowei seethe with hidden anger.
The kind of helpless anger that made her teeth itch.
