Ye Zi Meng changed out of her pleated skirt, and when she donned the blue miniskirt worth two hundred and thirty-seven thousand, she saw her stunning reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but slightly widen her eyes.
The girl in the mirror had long hair draping over her shoulders. Her pale skin seemed so delicate it might drip water, and the hem of her skirt above her knees revealed evenly slender legs, creating an alluring and captivating figure.
At this moment, while Ye Zi Meng was still reveling in her new clothes in the dressing room, Chu Mo's gaze in the Chanel display area casually drifted over to the hurriedly approaching Fang Nianhan.
Since she had just rushed from a banquet, Fang Nianhan hadn't had time to change, still in her gorgeous evening gown. With her near-perfect beauty score of ninety-eight and her cheeks tinted pink from hurrying, she looked like a pitiable fairy.
