Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Mu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes. This person was getting on her nerves.
âI donât have any interest in bags. You can keep them.â
Zhang Shuyao tutted because she thought that Mu Xiaoxiao couldnât see a good deal when she saw one.
âIf you donât want them, fine. Each of my bags can be sold for thousands! Iâm cutting you a good deal and you still donât want it.â
Hearing that, Wang Shiyu felt bitter. She has tried to hint to Zhang Shuyao earlier that she wanted one of the bags but Shuyao hadnât picked up on it. What was the purpose of following this rich missy, then?
Hearing what Zhang Shuyao said sent Han Qiqing in a laughing fit.
Why would Xiaoxiao need her used bags?
This was too funny!
âYou can save your garbage for yourself. Itâs not like weâre garbage bins.â Han Qiqing laughed contemptuously. She grabbed Mu Xiaoxiao and said, âLetâs ignore them and go discuss the design with the owner.â
Startled, Zhang Shuyao shouted. âHey! Didnât you say that youâll let me go first? How can you not keep your word?â
Han Qiqing rolled her eyes and scoffed. âWhich ear of yours heard that? Go back home and keep dreaming! The door is over there. We wonât be seeing you out. Goodbye!â
âYou!â Zhang Shuyao was so angry that her neck was swollen.
Han Qiqing couldnât be bothered with her. She turned to the beautiful owner and said. âMadam, we donât like to have people disturbing us when we are deciding on the designs, can you-â
âYou dare chase me out?â Zhang Shuyaoâs eyes looked like they were about to pop out.
She pointed at Han Qiqing and Mu Xiaoxiao, saying, âDo you know who I am? My family owns the Zhang Dafu jewelry stores all over City A!â
âOh, so your family opened them,â Han Qiqing said.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Zhang Shuyao proudly tilted up her chin and said, âYes! My family opened them! Itâs still early for you to regret your actions. Iâll be magnanimousâ¦â
Han Qiqing interrupted her, pointing to herself as she said, âThen, do you know who I am?â
âWho are you?â Zhang Shuyao was disdainful.
âIâmâ¦â Han Qiqing was still hesitating whether she should say it but at that moment, Zhang Shuyaoâs cell phone rang and interrupted her.
Zhang Shuyao was going to reject the call, but upon seeing the caller ID, she immediately answered it.
âHello⦠Really? The bag is here? Okay, Iâll go to the store right away. We agreed that the bag is for me. Hurry up and hide it. Donât let people see it. Alright, Iâm coming now!â
Zhang Shuyao looked up at Mu Xiaoxiao and Han Qiqing, looking conflicted.
âIâm going to get my name-brand bag now but Iâm not finished yet. Iâll return after I get the bag.â
Han Qiqing suddenly laughed. Giving Shuyao a weird look, she said in a strange accent, âWhat Gucci bag?â