"Xiaoxiao, is this a VW dress? Is it yours?"
Seeing Yuan Xiaoxiao walk in, Xiao Mi's attention immediately zeroed in on the bag in the petite woman's hand. Her voice carried an excited tone, and her eyes were practically glowing!
"What's the matter?"
Yuan Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at Xiao Mi. Having gotten used to her friend's constant state of dramatic reaction, she was completely immune to Xiao Mi's tendency to overreact.
"Oh my god! Do you even know what a VW dress means? You're practically a fashion idiot! Do you need me to look it up for you?"
As the self-proclaimed fashion guru, Xiao Mi clearly felt exasperated. Then she teased with a faint smirk and rolled her big eyes at Yuan Xiaoxiao.
While talking, Xiao Mi's hands didn't stay idle. At work, Xiao Mi and Yuan Xiaoxiao were the closest, so casually opening Yuan Xiaoxiao's bag was something she often did.
