Before Gong Zeli responded, Lin Fei'er hooked her arm around his and eyed Qiao Mianmian like she was an enemy. Tense, she threatened. "Who are you? How dare you address Young Master Gong by name?"
With that, she tugged lightly at Gong Zeli's arm and said a little coquettishly, "Young Master Gong, I still want to shop some more. Can we leave soon?"
Gong Zeli's brows furrowed when she hooked her arm against his.
"Young Master Gong…"
Seeing that he wasn't moving, Lin Fei'er shook his arm and went on, "I don't find this bag nice anymore. Let's not buy it, alright?"
"Shut up."
The man beside her shook her off the moment she said that.
Completely caught off-guard, she staggered back from the force and almost fell in her 4-inch heels. Thankfully, an employee was around to hold her.
Lin Fei'er was shocked.
After regaining her balance, she looked at Gong Zeli, and her lips quivered. "Young Master Gong…"
"Scram."
