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..."
While talking, he leaned on the cashier counter, winked at the cashier, and gestured with his finger. The cashier’s face turned red instantly, she leaned her head closer, and Qin Sheng mischievously breathed into her ear, making her small body shiver.
Bao Chongchong stood aside, looking indifferent as if it wasn’t her business.
Qin Sheng shook the card in his hand and asked softly, "Do you think I have money?"
The cashier immediately nodded. Is that even a question? Standing before her, one was Baodi Group’s young master Qin Sheng and the other was Baodi Group’s Princess Bo Jin. If they didn’t have money, then who in this world would dare to have it?
Qin Sheng smiled even wider, softly said, "Then for my sake, let that young lady try on the dress, hmm?"
The cashier was slightly startled, though surprised, she immediately turned around and arranged for the dress to be brought to Ling Momo to try on.
Qin Sheng spoke low enough that Ling Momo couldn’t catch his words. She was ready to leave, but was stopped, told to try on the dress. She had wanted to refuse out of principle, but she really liked the dress, so she went to the fitting room.
When Ling Momo came out, the room fell silent.
She was beautiful and had a great figure. The red dress enhanced her already fair and delicate skin, standing before the mirror, her lips slightly curved, and she seemed as enchanting as a blossoming flower, utterly captivating.
Even Bao Chongchong, who had excellent genes herself, couldn’t help but take a few more glances.
Qin Sheng propped his chin up, looked for a while, then happily turned his head, and while Ling Momo wasn’t looking, he whispered to the cashier, "Sell that dress to that girl, and make sure she wears it out."
Qin Sheng paused, looked at his watch, and asked, "Does Li Qingshen know?"
The cashier hastily nodded.
Qin Sheng continued pleased, "Good, knowing is good. Bring the bill to the top floor club later; Li Qingshen will sign it." Thɪs chapter is updated by novel•fire.net
The cashier’s eyes widened in disbelief, looking at Qin Sheng. Who exactly was that girl, and her dress needed Li Qingshen to sign off on it?
Qin Sheng seemed very pleased with the reaction he saw, whistled, then turned, picked up the clothes Bao Chongchong had chosen, held Chongchong by the waist, and walked out.