Zhang Yan herself was completely bewildered by the turn of events, feeling dizzy and lost.
The overwhelming sense of being cherished, as if cradled in the palm of someone's hand, even gave rise to a faint sense of guilt within her.
She felt Tang Song was being excessively kind to her.
In the end, it was Lin Feifei, who had seen more of the world, who first recovered. She stammered to Liu Jiayi, "It... definitely fits, no need to try it on, too... too much trouble for you."
Liu Jiayi's gaze remained calm, "This is my job."
Under her substantial gaze, Lin Feifei quickly lowered her head, not daring to argue further.
Zhang Yan bit her lip and followed her two friends back to the warm and fragrant first floor of the flower shop.
Opening the shopping bag, she took out two brand-new black jackets.
"Yanyan..." Cheng Xiaoyue pulled the still-dazed Zhang Yan behind a row of tall bamboo palms, whispering, "Your 'gentleman'... is he always this extravagant?"
