Rong Yan raised an eyebrow, "When you have it one day, then we can talk about 'no ogling.'
After he spoke, he took a card out of his wallet and handed it to the sales associate, "Just this one."
The sales associate took the card and went to make the payment.
Mao Beibei looked confused, "What do you mean, 'Just this one?' I haven't even looked at it myself yet?"
Rong Yan casually pointed, "The mirror is over there."
Mao Beibei, discontent, glanced at her but still walked over to the mirror out of curiosity.
It's just... those slightly faded and whitened sneakers on her feet, the laces undone, probably because they were old, looked especially mismatched with the brand-new dress that cost thousands.
However, one had to admit that Rong Yan's taste was indeed quite good.
