Yuanyuan said sourly, "Qianqian, you've become prettier again."
Jiang Zimu also sighed, "As expected of someone in the beauty industry, your skin has gotten even better."
"Can't help it, born beauty is hard to forsake. Beauty Zhao is just that outstanding." Zhao Yaqian flipped her wavy long hair with a broad smile.
"Pfft~~" the two old classmates made sounds of disdain at the same time.
But "Beauty Zhao" truly was Zhao Yaqian's nickname and it was universally acknowledged.
In high school, Zhao Yaqian was a mess when it came to academics, her only talent was her legs, and her biggest advantage was her beauty.
She was quite a known figure in school.
Sitting down opposite them, Zhao Yaqian placed her bag in the middle of the table.
With eyes full of anticipation, she blinked at them.
Yuanyuan, with sharp eyes, quickly spotted the problem. She touched the bag's vegetable-tanned leather and looked at the prominent logo, exclaiming incredulously, "This is… LV?"
