Ruochun took a step back and made a "please" gesture.
After seeing Wen Qiao’s satisfied smile, she quickly retreated to a nearby sofa, freed her hands, and then took out her phone to ssage Fu Jinghen—
[Ah Chun: Bro!!!]
[Ah Chun: Ah!!!]
[Ah Chun: You need to co out here!!!]
Each of these three ssages was followed by three exclamation points, accurately expressing Ruochun’s excitent at the mont.
[Fu Jinghen: Speak.]
[Ah Chun: What’s going on with you and Wen Qiao! She’s going crazy in the mall right now, and I’m constantly worried about the safety of my hands and whether her card will max out.]
The card Wen Qiao was using was a supplentary card that Fu Jinghen had given her before; every ti she swiped the card, he received a notification.
Within about an hour, Fu Jinghen’s text notifications hardly stopped.
At that mont, looking at the pile of paper bags on the sofa that Ruochun had sent him, he actually felt a sigh of relief.
Still using his card, that ans she had cald down, right?
[Fu Jinghen: It’s fine, let her shop. If money runs out, just tell .]
When Ruochun saw this ssage from Fu Jinghen, she felt extrely conflicted.
It was one thing to accompany her shopping and carry bags, but also to endure this ntal tornt.
But the next second, another ssage from Fu Jinghen instantly healed her.
[Fu Jinghen: Accompany her more, let know whatever you fancy, and I’ll reimburse you.]
[Ah Chun: Okay!]
Shopping, eh.
She loved that most.
So when Wen Qiao ca out of the dressing room, she saw Ruochun who just a mont ago had been advising her to take it easy, had completely changed her tune and joined her shopping squad.
The salesperson who had been following them since they entered the store was smiling so hard his eyes were nearly closed, quickly swiping the card and signing the receipt as if afraid the two rich patrons would run away.
While handing over the receipt, Salesperson A curiously asked, "Are you guys shooting ’Red Makeup’?"
Wen Qiao nodded, "Yes."
Salesperson A carefully asked again, "Can I take a photo with you? I’m a fan of your beauty."
Wen Qiao, feeling great after spending money and being asked for a photo op for the first ti, naturally wouldn’t refuse.
Ruochun helped take the photo. After it was done, Wen Qiao leaned over to check it and complained, "Quail, what kind of photography skills are these? My tall height of 1.7 ters looks like it’s 1.5 ters here. What’s this, do the photo services co with a free amputation?"
Ruochun imdiately bristled, "How many tis have I said, I’m not a quail, you are!"
Wen Qiao, with her hand against Ruochun’s forehead pushing her away, ignoring her frantic gesticulations, said to the sales lady, "If you post it on social dia, help cover up my dark circles, yeah?"
Salesperson A nodded like a pecking chicken, "I will."
She looked at Ruochun then at Wen Qiao and said with a smile, "I didn’t expect that you two get along so well off-screen."
Ruochun imdiately retorted, "Who says we get along!"
Wen Qiao coldly exposed her, "Really? Then why did you ssage during those three days I was back in Beicheng, asking when I would return."
"I was just showing concern for a team mber; don’t overthink it."
"Oh, then did you have to ask every day?"
Seeing the sales lady smiling so hard her eyes were curved, Ruochun felt everything was sohow off. She grabbed the bags from the sofa, took big strides towards the exit, and as she passed by Wen Qiao, she dropped the words: "Goodbye!"
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