Lin Xiaoyi's attention was all on the perfumes—she hadn't noticed—but I heard clearly.
"Pretty little girl, why bother snatching such small advantages, huh?"
"Oh, isn't it just so with young girls these days? Can't afford it but still want to try as much as they can?"
"That's not necessarily true, though. The man standing next to her is wearing branded clothes, and that brand isn't cheap at all."
"You can't be sure; maybe she finally found some sucker to foot the bill, so of course, she's got to pick something pricey she likes."
...
The corner of my mouth twitched; these people certainly had wild imaginations. Looking back at Lin Xiaoyi, she was just wearing quite ordinary clothes, nothing from a renowned brand, but that didn't necessarily link her to being materialistic.
After looking for a long time, Lin Xiaoyi finally looked up, "Wen, what do you think of this one?"
