"Jian Qing, are you planning to buy this one?" The elegance and nobility of the purple shirt are hard for the average person to pull off.
Speaking of which, she doesn't recall ever seeing Third Brother in a shirt of this color.
"Hmm." Jian Qing nodded, looking the shirt up and down, assessing the size, "The size should be right."
The clerk accurately stepped forward, looking at the purple shirt as though a juicy commission was beckoning her.
"Miss, you have great taste. This shirt is a new arrival in our store and it is the only piece of its kind."
Jian Qing replied indifferently, "Please wrap it up."
"Sure." The clerk couldn't help but lift the corners of her mouth, carefully removing the shirt from the model and waiting with it in hand.
Jian Qing chose her clothes quickly. One glance and she knew which shirt she wanted. Quan Yifei watched on, her mouth agape in surprise.
She swallowed, thinking to herself, who just said they weren't going to buy anything?
