The sun set behind the hills.
The superhero women, after a full day of shopping, finally began to feel a bit weary, and Sicaro, who was on the brink of a mental breakdown, welcomed his day of liberation.
"It's been a while since I've enjoyed shopping so much!"
Qianqian looped her arm through mine, her face still alight with excitement. She had to be the most maddening shopper of the day—not because she bought so much, but because as a girl who had always come from humble circumstances and been sensible, Qianqian never randomly splurged. But...
Not splurging didn't mean she lacked interest in trinkets, and more importantly, Qianqian loved to haggle...
Shoes worth over three hundred bucks started at thirty, a twenty-dollar bracelet taken for three; the principle of her haggling wasn't peace and friendliness, but to strip down to the bare cents. Her style of negotiation was like smashing up the place...