The salesperson apologized, "I'm sorry, our customer information is confidential. Miss Song, why don't you take a look at other styles?"
"Oh, I see."
Song Yuan glanced several times with reluctance, but didn't make it difficult, "How about this, if there's an extra set, please keep an eye for me and give me a call."
The salesperson responded with a smile.
"Every season, your clothes are prepared by your brother. He has a good eye, why couldn't he pick one out for you? Are you that nervous about meeting that person?"
"Mom!" Song Yuan coquettishly tugged at Qiao Airu's sleeve, glanced around, and lowered her voice, "Please don't tease me, help me pick one."
Qiao Airu smiled knowingly, "Alright, I'll help you pick one, guaranteeing that people won't forget you after just one look."
Song Yuan muttered something under her breath.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't hear it clearly.
She wasn't in the habit of eavesdropping on others' conversations.
