Bao Chongchong's tone was like she was reviewing something, "The temperament is good too, yeah, pretty clean, but Asheng, she's not suitable for you."
Qin Sheng smiled and turned his head, "What's wrong, little Chongchong? Are you jealous?"
"Dream on, you!" Bao Chongchong huffed, and with the wallet in her hand, she swung it at Qin Sheng's face.
Qin Sheng didn't dodge and, despite being hit, smiled even more brilliantly, his peach-blossom-like flirty eyes sparkled as he stared at the cashier, pointed at Ling Momo, and asked in a playful, low tone, "Hey, what about that girl?"
"She wants to try on that limited edition dress worth three hundred and seventy thousand. It's the only one in the world, and usually, it's not allowed to be tried on by anyone who's not prominent," the cashier replied respectfully, though with a hint of disdain.
Qin Sheng nodded smilingly, feigning sudden realization, and said softly, "Oh, so that's it..."
