Yan Luoluo swiped her card with fluid, effortless movements, and her dashing, flamboyant signature on the receipt almost flew off the page.
"This, this, and that entire rack over there—wrap it all up." Her fingertip grazed across the display shelf like a noble lady picking flowers in her own backyard. The sales associates' smiles grew brighter and brighter, while the shopping bags piled in the arms of the mall's private bodyguards standing beside Xingyuan were already blocking their view.
—Anyway, it wasn't her money she was spending.
Chapter 154