The Seventh Princess's beautiful eyes closely observed herself in the mirror as the sales assistant respectfully left with the credit card.
You should know, the number of young talents from the Imperial City that she's stylishly rejected could almost fill a street.
Hmm?
Suddenly, Ying Lin frowned slightly, very satisfied with her outfit.
But...
The girl lifted her delicate ivory-white wrist and blinked; it seemed like she was missing some accessories.
"Miss, your credit card." The sales assistant beside her respectfully handed the card over. Despite the major profits going to the store and brand, her personal commission from this sale was about 30,000.
For those in poverty, this was enough for a family to cover their living expenses for a year.
But for her, the young girl before her with lively eyes was clearly her patron. Flattering such a patron would never go wrong.
"Which floor are the accessories sold on?"
