Inside the menswear store on the top floor of Molin Fashion.
At that moment, the entire store had fallen quiet.
Gao Jian's face was filled with disbelief. He had assumed Jun Wangchen's earlier words were merely an excuse made under pressure, with no truth to them whatsoever. But when Mo Duoduo walked over to Jun Wangchen with clothes in her hands, he had to admit, however unwillingly, that the wealthy young lady really did know him.
And she really had come to buy clothes for Jun Wangchen!
Mai Ying shook her head, unable to believe what she was seeing.
Why?
How could someone dressed as shabbily and unremarkably as Jun Wangchen get a wealthy heiress like Mo Duoduo to pick out clothes for him?
Was she dreaming, or was reality simply too absurd?
"Thank you, Mo!" Jun Wangchen accepted the clothes from Mo Duoduo, but instead of heading straight to the fitting room, he smiled at Mai Ying. "Try not to be so shallow in the future. Taking a customer's patience as a license to act shamelessly only shows how poorly you were brought up."
Hearing that, Gao Jian felt a rush of satisfaction that was impossible to describe.
Mai Ying's face alternated between pale and livid. She looked as though she had swallowed shit.
"You spineless freeloader living off a woman! What right do you have to say I was poorly brought up?"
Jun Wangchen frowned and was about to speak, but Mo Duoduo's expression turned icy. Looking down at Mai Ying, she asked coldly, "What do you mean by that?"
"What do I mean? Do you really not understand, or are you pretending? Look how pathetic he is! He wouldn't even make a decent beggar. If he isn't living off a woman, what else could he possibly have