Her features were especially stunning. Facing the waiter’s excessively flattering smile, she remained calm, her small, perfect chin lifted slightly as she walked toward the full-length mirror.
Her posture was incredibly haughty, reminding Ling Momo of Li Qingshen in an instant.
She couldn’t quite explain why, but she always felt that the girl and Li Qingshen shared some degree of similarity...
The woman turned a circle in front of the floor mirror and nodded in great satisfaction. Then, in her high heels, she walked over to a clothes rack. Chin held high, she didn’t even reach out to touch the clothes. Her steps were consistently steady. After scanning past each piece of clothing, she raised her hand and pointed several times, her voice crisp and arrogant but not at all annoying, "These pieces, plus the one I’m wearing, pack them all up for me."
The scene was much like a TV drama featuring a rich heiress, brimming with cool.
It suddenly struck Ling Momo that what resembled Li Qingshen in this girl was her elegance, her nobility.
The waiter quickly fetched new clothes for the woman, carefully folded them, and placed them in a bag.
The man in the red shirt finally stood up, lazily pulling a wallet from his pocket and casually selecting a card, which he handed to the waiter.
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As Ling Momo was idly watching, a waiter approached her and asked politely.
Ling Momo pointed to the piece of clothing she was interested in and said she wanted to try it on.
One glance at Ling Momo’s outfit was all it took for the waiter to judge whether she could afford it. Plus, Momo had stepped out with sunglasses covering most of her face, so the waiter didn’t recognize her as the recently popular Ling Momo, and spoke with a hint of contempt, "I’m sorry, miss, this is a limited edition piece; it can’t be tried on."
Not available to try on?
How could such a high-end store not allow trying on clothes?
From the waiter’s tone, Ling Momo could hear the disdain and felt slightly suffocated, "But that lady was allowed to try on."
The waiter looked at Ling Momo with slanted eyes, growing more scornful, "You’re really overestimating yourself. Do you know who that is? The world’s foremost socialite. Do you think you can compare?"
Ling Momo pursed her lips. She had earned quite a bit of money from shooting commercials for You Corporation; it wasn’t like she couldn’t afford the dress. Suddenly, she said, "Excuse me, please call your manager over!"
Just then, the man in the red shirt turned his head and caught sight of Ling Momo; he furrowed his brows and forgot his PIN for a moment.
"Young Master Qin Sheng, please enter your password," the young cashier reminded him. Qin Sheng, however, kept looking to the side.
Next to him, Bao Chongchong looking annoyed, stretched out her hand and pinched Qin Sheng’s waist, causing him to grimace in pain and turn his head, swiftly entering his PIN.
After entering the PIN, Qin Sheng continued to watch Ling Momo. Bao Chongchong followed his gaze and then commented, "That girl is quite lovely, pretty."
Bao Chongchong spoke as if she were evaluating something, "She has a nice demeanor too, um, quite clean. But Asheng, she’s not the one for you."
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