Qiao Mo's lips curled into a subtle, ambiguous smile. "Does Miss Chen really think so?"
"Of course."
Facing her gaze, Chen Shiqing frowned slightly, vaguely sensing something amiss, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
The sales assistant looked at Qiao Mo and timely asked, "Miss, would you like to raise your bid?"
The sales assistant couldn't be blamed for asking eagerly, given she was also quite excited at the moment.
These assistants earned commissions as well, and she had been a bit dejected that no one was interested in the dress, but unexpectedly, after Qiao Mo tried it on, this dramatic reversal happened.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and said slowly, "No, I won't raise my bid. I just hope Miss Chen thinks it's worth it."
Hearing this, Chen Shiqing's face broke into a deep grin, like a rooster with a victory, her eyes full of cold smiles and triumph!
Nothing Chen Shiqing wanted could be taken away from her.
The dress.
Or the man.
