Pei Qingqing was brimming with joy, her heart naturally ecstatic.
"I just tried it out. The shape of this bag is really nice, very versatile, and I didn't choose the wrong style. You're so thoughtful."
Huo Duan's voice sounded excessively indulgent, which made Zhao Moxuan, who was nearby, feel somewhat irritated.
"As long as you like it. Since it's versatile, just keep it."
"But didn't we say last time when we went to the mall to look at bags that they were out of stock? The next batch wouldn't be available for another week. How did you suddenly get one?"
Huo Duan remained completely calm.
But he glanced at Zhao Moxuan from time to time, his gaze openly provocative.
Regardless of Zhao Moxuan's reason for coming to see him today, Huo Duan was not about to concede easily.
Especially not on this matter.
