"Hey, Cao Yingying is quite thoughtful, huh?" Luo Qianqian suddenly spoke again, pulling Qin Nuan out of her thoughts, who looked at Luo Qianqian, stopping what she was doing, a look of confusion on her face.
"I mean, the stuff in her closet is pretty impressive, so why doesn't she ever use them? Look, she took them out to sell," Luo Qianqian stepped away from the computer, making room for Qin Nuan, who moved closer in surprise.
On the computer screen, familiar packaging bags and contact information were displayed, with prices ten percent lower than those at the boutique, and they were brand new with receipts to guarantee authenticity. There were many people browsing and asking about them, and they sold out quickly.
"She's not the kind of person to have been so calculating before, right?" Qin Nuan frowned, the previous image of her was too deeply ingrained.
And, Cao Yingying had admitted to Luo Qianqian her actions; all the previous rumors were spread by her.
