"Don't you have Miss Mo?" Ye Weiwei blurted out.
Xiao Jinghan's brows gradually relaxed, and he lowered his head to Ye Weiwei's ear and let out a pleased chuckle, "Are you jealous?"
Ye Weiwei took a step back, her expression straightforward, "No, we aren't a couple, why would I be jealous?"
"Then why won't you help me choose clothes?" Xiao Jinghan circled back to the subject.
"Miss Mo is there to help you select, what do you need me for!" Ye Weiwei's response was a bit flustered, which to the nearby salesperson seemed like jealousy.
Thus, the salespeople began looking at her differently, a suggestive look in their eyes.
Unable to tolerate those looks, Ye Weiwei cleared her throat and seriously said to Xiao Jinghan, "My taste isn't as good as Miss Mo's, she understands your preferences, I think what she picks out for you is quite nice."