"No, Qinghan, you can't talk about my sister like that. We're besties, my sister is your sister too. Help me pick something, I think this white dress suits her perfectly!" Ye Chuchu winked at Su Qinghan, then let go of her hand and headed to the discount area to choose clothes on her own.
She picked up a white dress, her fingers gently touching it, as if checking the texture of the fabric.
"Chuchu... she's not destined to wear that. It was last year's hot item. Even after the discount, it's over eighty thousand. Don't waste it on her," Su Qinghan continued to shake her head at Ye Chuchu.
But Ye Chuchu was being as stubborn as a sick person, lifting the dress and comparing it against Ye Weiwei, then turning to a salesperson, "Excuse me, could you bring one in my sister's size?"
Upon hearing this, the salesperson was stunned for two seconds, "Chuchu, your sister really doesn't match our brand. She's not up to the level!"