"Let's go, didn't you say you wanted to go to the restaurant on the top floor of the Global Center for Western food?" Su Ze probably realized that what he said wasn't right, and when he spoke, his voice was much softer. "After we eat, we can go jewelry shopping again. Didn't you fancy a necklace before? We can go buy it later."
Qiao Anxin's expression got better.
She looked up at Su Ze's young and handsome face, and finally, the dissatisfaction in her heart dissipated.
So what if Qiao Mianmian was really intimate with a rich person?
The person she was intimate with was probably an old man.
And Su Ze was young, rich, handsome, and gentle to her. How could a terrible old man compare to that?
Just when she felt a little sense of superiority, the other two clerks in the shop came over and apologized. "Our apologies, Ms. Qiao, Mr. Su. The clothes in our shop cannot be sold to you. We have not swiped Mr. Su's card and we will return it to you."
