Qin Sheng seemed extremely satisfied with the results he saw, whistled, and then turned around to pick up the clothes Bao Chongchong had chosen. Wrapping his arm around her waist, they walked out.
The silhouette was truly enchanting.
After leaving the store, Qin Sheng called Li Qingshen, "Today, I helped you spend three hundred and seventy thousand. Did you receive the bill?"
Li Qingshen, who had been drinking tea and reading a book, suddenly heard his phone ring and saw the bill for three hundred and seventy thousand. Initially puzzled, he now understood that it was Qin Sheng’s doing and immediately said, "I didn’t know when you started wearing women’s clothes."
"Cut it out." Qin Sheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Honestly, I bought the clothes for Ling Momo." Then, he proudly recounted what he had done, but as he was speaking, he happened to see Ling Momo walking out of the store with a bag and quickly changed his story, "She’s left..."
Before he could finish, the call was disconnected and then, within three minutes, Li Qingshen descended from upstairs.
What puzzled Qin Sheng was that, even though he had already told Li Qingshen Ling Momo had left, why he still came down to look around.
"Qingshen, bro." Bao Chongchong, clearly happy to see Li Qingshen, returned to the store and latched onto his arm, praising, "Qingshen, your girlfriend is really pretty!"
Li Qingshen seemed very pleased with the term ’girlfriend,’ his hands in his pockets as he smiled and scanned the store Ling Momo had shopped in. Knowing full well that the woman was already out of sight, he still couldn’t help wanting to look for her.
"Stop looking, she’s already gone," Qin Sheng reminded.
Li Qingshen nodded and then stepped into the store, pulling out his card and paying.
After swiping, as he was signing, Li Qingshen suddenly thought of what Qin Sheng had said over the phone. He looked up, scanned the store staff, twisted the pen in his hand thoughtfully, then pulled out a piece of paper and penned down an address in a flourish. Sliding it across the cashier counter with his slender fingers, he casually ordered, "This is the address of the lady who just left. Remember to send her the catalog and photos of the new arrivals directly to her home, so she can choose the clothes she likes first."
After a pause, Li Qingshen added, "Oh, and just bring the bill to me."
The cashier frantically nodded, indicating understanding.
Li Qingshen then leisurely signed his grand name on the bill. After signing, he pondered for a moment and, in his uniquely light and faint voice, added, "Don’t sell the same designs she chose anymore, how many pieces there are, just keep them in stock, and continue to send me the bill."
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Bao Chongchong pouted curiously, "Qingshen, why buy all of the same design if one is enough to wear?"
"I don’t like others wearing the same clothes as her," Li Qingshen responded naturally, raising an eyebrow.
Qin Sheng, standing to the side, suddenly understood Li Qingshen’s purpose for coming downstairs, he lifted his head and glanced at the staff, whose expressions were now beyond words.