"Oh, Xiao Jie, you clearly knew he was buying clothes there, didn't you?" Ling Xuejiu began to question Li Mengjie after the salesperson left.
Li Mengjie giggled and said, "Isn't it to surprise you? So, how is it, handsome or what?" Saying that, she walked over, leaning on Leng Xuan's shoulder, hooking her left foot around her right, tiptoeing on the ground. Her pose really looked like she was strutting down the runway with a male partner!
Ling Xuejiu pursed her lips and said, "He's handsome? You really have no taste!" She turned around and left, only to hear Li Mengjie's voice behind her, "By the way, Cold Bodyguard, how much is your outfit?"
Leng Xuan replied with a pained expression, "One thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven yuan..."
