But Miss Tang, who was she? With a single glance, she noticed that the girl's little handbag was extraordinary. Her own home was also filled with bags of snakeskin and pythonskin, but when compared with this girl's bag, there was just no contest - the natural patterns alone were entirely different.
Unfortunately, Yan Fei showed not the slightest intention of satisfying Miss Tang's curiosity, answering her indifferently, "Just bought it on the street. Haven't you been to the county town? The clothing city there, every store sells them!"
Believe you? Hell no!
Miss Tang felt as though she was transforming into an enlightened monk - after talking with Boss Yan, her psychological resilience seemed to have upgraded by not just one or two levels.
She didn't know what other skills Boss Yan might have, but that talent for chatting someone to death with a single mouthful, was something mere mortals could only dream of competing with.
