In the end, Yuan Yifan, linked arms with Chen Hong and left the hall of the shopping mall as if oil was applied under her feet. In no time, she vanished.
It was only when she was out of sight of Deng Jiaru and Qiao Xiaon'an that she finally let out a sigh of relief. Leaning against the glass wall, looking out at the bustling street, she took deep breaths.
On normal days, while walking among the row of luxury shops, she always felt as though she was living in high society, a level above the rest.
Even though every time she carried home her purchases of branded bags, shoes, and clothes, if Chu Yun were to discover, she would surely get scolded and receive cold glances.
Despite that, she still spent money here recklessly.
While shopping, she felt superior to others.
Yet today, after encountering Madam Yun and Qiao Xiaon'an's indifference and composure, all her pride was trampled under Qiao Xiaon'an's feet.
Compared to Qiao Xiaon'an, she was the real wealthy lady.
