Xu Huanyan laughed and said, "Qinzi, don't make things difficult for my sister. That duck is probably busy accompanying rich old women by now."
Qinzi immediately covered her mouth and chuckled.
"You're right, how could I have not thought of that? It must be tough for the duck, having to accompany those old ladies with their figures all out of shape. His job is not just physical labor, but a mental toll as well."
Xu Ningxi wasn't annoyed and picked up another black and white shirt.
"His profession can't compare to yours."
Xu Huanyan saw her verbally concede and felt a surge of ecstasy inside.
Indeed, that lowly duck was Xu Ningxi's sore spot.
Who is to blame?
The path was one Xu Ningxi chose herself.
Excited, she called the sales clerk again to take the clothes from Xu Ningxi's hands.
The two were locked in rivalry.
Every time Xu Ningxi picked up an item, showing even the slightest appreciation...
Xu Huanyan couldn't wait to snatch it up.
Back and forth it went.
