Subconsciously, she didn't believe that Lu Jinyang would sit quietly and wait for her to come out of the fitting room.
Standing at the entrance of the fitting room, Zhuang Shuqing frowned at her reflection in the mirror, the clothes were too form-fitting, revealing the figure she usually kept hidden, making her feel unnatural.
Just as she was about to call a clerk over, she heard a sharp female voice nearby.
Looking up, she saw Ning Qian emerging from another fitting room, her gaze holding a mix of amazement and jealousy.
"Well, I never expected a little reporter like you to shop here. Just a kind word of advice, don't damage the clothes when you're trying them on, your salary won't cover the cost."
Zhuang Shuqing's eyebrows knitted again. She had no quarrel with Ning Qian; could this attitude be influenced by Tan Biyang?
This just got interesting.
