For some reason, Qiao An felt inexplicably bold just by following behind Lin Han. Slurping her milk tea, she started to wander around aimlessly.
Lin Han was shopping seriously while Qiao An, like a country bumpkin, kept staring at the price tags and muttering loudly to Mu Zimo.
"I'm getting dizzy from all the zeros. Seeing these numbers is making my blood pressure skyrocket. This piece of crap costs over ten thousand? What is it, a pair of panties?"
Lin Han, who was enjoying her SVIP-perk champagne, almost choked to death.
A few of the sales associates could only let their shoulders tremble, desperately trying to stifle their laughter.
"Well, I guess that's 'design' for you," Mu Zimo began. "I don't get it either, but…"
Some words were just too crude for Mu Zimo to say out loud, so he just gave Qiao An a knowing glance.
"Yeah, I feel the same," Qiao An agreed. "Diamond-studded panties would definitely chafe your ass!"
