Qin Yinong slowly raised her arms, looking at her arrogantly, "Miss Tan, do you understand Nancheng? How many days have you known him?"
"Miss Qin has known him longer than I have, and yet you haven't succeeded either."
"Haha." Qin Yinong couldn't help laughing out loud, "Miss Tan, you really are confident."
Tan Weiwei continued to smile.
Just because she was younger than her, she also had enough capital to be confident.
"By the way." Qin Yinong said nonchalantly, "The print on the dress you're wearing doesn't seem quite right, does it?"
Tan Weiwei's face stiffened, and instinctively, she immediately pulled at her clothes.
The genuine Chanel set cost tens of thousands of yuan, but what she bought was a high imitation, which actually couldn't be spotted unless one looked very closely.
