Dressing room.
Lin Zhiyi was wiping a red wine stain off the hem of her dress with a towel.
Shen Yan took out a bag from her purse and handed it to her, "Zhiyi, it just so happens that I brought an extra set of clothes, and our figures are quite similar. You should go change into these for now as an emergency."
Lin Zhiyi glanced at the logo on the bag and half-jokingly said, "Shen Yan, did you strike it rich? There's nothing in this store under five figures."
Shen Yan's eyes paused slightly, and she explained, "I got my paycheck, and I wanted to treat myself, after all, it's my first formal job in life."
"Is that right, then how can I feel good about wearing your new clothes? I'll just make do with what I have, after all, I'm not the protagonist."
Lin Zhiyi deliberately pushed the bag back toward her.
Shen Yan's eyes clearly panicked for a moment, and she quickly stuffed the bag into Lin Zhiyi's arms.