Qi Wenwen said proudly, "I think you guys are just jealous. This gift must have been given to me by my admirer. This is a designer brand bag. I guess you guys haven't even heard of this brand before."
Mo Jia rolled her eyes. With tacit understanding, she and Ivy took out the bags that Song Jiaren had given them.
Qi Wenwen was stunned. What happened? Since when did this brand's bags fill the streets?
"This is a gift from Song Jiaren," the two of them said in unison before continuing to sleep.
Qi Wenwen's expression was a little ugly. Why didn't she say anything earlier? How humiliating. She pursed her lips. Wasn't she just a little rich? Why was she showing off?
She threw her bag aside and said, "It's just a lame bag. I can have as many as I want."
After saying that, she felt that she had redeemed herself somewhat and went to wash up and sleep.
