Ye Linglong, carrying her handbag and wearing a pair of sky-high heels, walked in with a face full of arrogance.
Upon seeing the back of Qiao Jing, she glanced at her with disdain and snorted coldly to herself. In her mind, no one was going to compete with her for a handbag—not on her watch.
Since entering the room, Ye Linglong had not given Qiao Jing a proper look, especially since Qiao Jing's back was turned to her, so Ye Linglong didn't recognize her at first glance.
"Where is the bag I wanted?" Ye Linglong asked as she approached the saleswoman.
How dare someone think of competing with her for what she wanted?
Hah! As if competing would do them any good! She had already instructed them in advance!
The saleswoman could hardly contain her excitement when she saw Ye Linglong approaching.
"Miss Ye, you've arrived, the bag you wanted is still here! It's placed right there, nice and safe. I'll wrap it up for you now."
