Lu Qingqing was too embarrassed to tell Song Xiuluan that it was quite tasteless.
She didn't discriminate against the nouveau riche, really. The nouveau riche also gained their wealth through hard work, and how they wanted to dress up was their business, what's wrong with being flashy with lots of bling? It didn't affect the cityscape, and most of the sneers and scorn came from jealousy.
But for her, changing bags every day was really LOW.
Song Xiuluan was left speechless by Lu Qingqing's words.
After a while, he waved his hand and said, "If you don't take them out, just keep them at home. They won't go bad. Your dad turned the second floor into your bedroom and the third floor into a walk-in wardrobe, which is enough for you to store your belongings. Anything, especially girls' accessories, might not be needed today but could be tomorrow. It saves you from others' behind-the-back prattle."
Prattle? What did that mean? Lu Qingqing did not understand.
