Casting pearls before swine.

At the bridal section of the store, 

Two lady staff were busy showing Wen Sying the designs and patterns they had in the catalogs but Wen Sying eyes were busy, looking at Li Xue, who was sitting at a distance chatting happily with Feng Yi Lan. 

Nothing in the air was looking out of the place, but still, something inside Wen Sying was warning her to hold her guard tight. 

"Ma'am, do you like anything from this?" The female staff asked when they reached the last page of another catalog. They both, looking almost tired of the woman who has become aimlessly picky for the things.