Given Tang Qing's firm refusal to budge,
Zeng Rou shifted her focus to Lin Jiaxue.
Unfortunately,
it was to no avail.
Lin Jiaxue's single comment, "I have enough clothes," dismissed Zeng Rou.
To avoid further 'hurt,' Zeng Rou quickly changed the subject, "Jiaxue, what do you want? I can bring it back for you from Europe." She also threw the matter of the designs to the back of her mind.
Because she was just saying it for the sake of saying it.
Friendship.
It's better not to mix it with business.
If Tang Qing's designs were altered even slightly by her father's company's designers, Tang Qing would likely be unhappy, and she herself couldn't be bothered to do this thankless task.
Upon hearing this,
Lin Jiaxue quickly shook her head.
"I don't need anything brought back."
"Makeup, clothes, bags, don't you want any of them? Don't be frugal with me. Although your man is rich, he's just a local tyrant; don't be shy, we're sisters," Zeng Rou pressed.
