The woman stood there for a moment, stunned by Chen Mumu's quick agreement. Her anger had been brewing for so long, she had expected Chen Mumu to back down, to cower in shame and fear. But instead, Chen Mumu's eerie smile seemed to pierce through her composure. It was unsettling. Unnerving.
"Fine then," the woman snapped, trying to regain her footing. "Let's see who truly deserves this dress." She turned to the staff member who had been defending her earlier and waved her hand imperiously. "Get the dressing room ready."
Chen Mumu said nothing but glanced at Xia Lin, who had been watching the situation with wide eyes. Xia Lin's lips twitched, unsure whether to laugh or warn her friend. When Chen Mumu caught her gaze and winked, Xia Lin nearly choked on a nervous giggle. She knew that wink meant trouble.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Xia Lin muttered under her breath.
"Just watch," Chen Mumu replied softly, her voice laced with confidence.
