"She's using her own card."
"Eh?!"
Before she could mentally process that revelation, Anran sauntered back up, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes sparkling like she just looted a treasure vault.
"Thanks for all the lovely gifts, hehehe~" she chimed sweetly, planting a kiss on Wang Xiao's cheek like a proud sugar baby with her emotional support wallet.
And then—off she went again. To the next boutique. Hips swaying. Aura screaming I own this entire shopping complex and the man walking behind me like a confused husband.
"She… she thanked you… for paying with her own damn money?" Wang Xueying stared, spiritually short-circuiting.
"…"
"…"
The two exchanged the same look you give someone when you both just watched a bird fly into a window and get up like nothing happened.
From the side, a voice broke the comedic silence. A new figure stepped into view—Mary, with her calm expression and zero tolerance for nonsense.
