Qiao An nervously finished all this and turned to look outside; Chi Xiaoyu was still sitting on the sofa, playing with her phone, seemingly oblivious to her presence.
It was only then that she let out a sigh of relief and continued to pick out dresses from the wardrobe with ease.
These high-end dresses were worth a fortune.
Just how much would a closet full of them cost!
Although many women feel that money isn't important, whether or not a man loves you can be seen by how willing he is to spend money on you.
Clearly, Gong Beiming's pampering of Chi Xiaoyu had reached an extreme.
And her, having followed Gong Beiming for so many years, trying her best to be diligent, yet never receiving even a hint of his affection, how aggrieved she felt inside.
After a while, she picked out a red evening dress and came out.
"Oh yes, Xiao Yu, isn't President Gong with you today?"
Chi Xiaoyu lazily arched an eyebrow, "He's very busy, and I'm just a… small employee!"
