Long Fei handed her the shopping bag; Wang Xiaoya accepted it and weighed it. It was quite heavy.
She pulled it out for a look and her eyes widened in surprise, exclaiming, "A handbag!"
Seeing her delighted expression, Long Fei smiled, feeling his busywork had not been in vain.
Women seeing handbags was like men seeing firearms; they just inherently liked these things.
She flipped over the price tag and cried out in astonishment, "It's from Belle · Melo, must be expensive, huh? How much did you spend on this?"
Fearing that she might not accept it, Long Fei hastily shook his head and said, "Not expensive at all, didn't cost much!"
"No way, if you won't tell, I'll ask Leilei!"
She took out her phone and was about to send Leilei a message on WeChat.
Long Fei quickly said, "Don't ask, isn't what I said good enough?"
He held up three fingers and fibbed, "Only two thousand Yuan, Leilei gave me a discount!"
