Qin Lan, wearing a blue and white pleated skirt, stepped out of the fitting room once again. She looked like a delicate and adorable doll, no more than eight or nine years old, and she inspired an urge to pinch her little cheeks.
The little pleated skirt on Qin Lan was worth two hundred and thirty-nine thousand yuan—a sum that ordinary people might save over several years. However, when Chu Mo saw the delighted expression on Qin Lan's face, he didn't hesitate at all; he pulled out his black card and said to the attendant beside him,
"Swipe the card!"
"Mr. Chu, let me do it," said Dong Xun'er, who ran the entire Global Financial Tower and naturally wouldn't let Chu Mo, the big boss, pay.
Strictly speaking, the whole tower belonged to Chu Mo; it made no sense for him to pay for his purchases in his own building.
