Chapter 884
When Zhuang Keer was outside earlier, she had seen through the display shelves that Ning Xi was paying a lot of attention towards the clothes . Then when she walked in, she had coincidentally witnessed the scene of her being mocked and ridiculed by the shop assistants and those women, so she could not help but buy those clothes, wanting to give them to her . . .
When Ning Xi saw the girl's sincere expression of wanting to make her happy and backing her up, she felt her heart about to melt . . .
How could someone be this cute?!
However, at that moment when they saw this, Ying Fanglin and Jin Xuanxuan were looking at each other, while all the other shop assistants were completely dumbfounded .
They never would have thought that the honored guest that had received such a courteous treatment from their boss would actually know this customer who could not afford anything and did not want to leave . In fact . . . they were obviously very close . . .
The most awkward thing was that they had all thought that Miss Zhuang loved the clothes in their shop . They even complimented her charisma and her eye for fashion . At last, she did not even like the clothes in their shop, but had only bought them to give them away?
The person who was most shocked had to be Ning Xueluo .
Since when had Ning Xi gotten acquainted with someone like Zhuang Keer?
When she knew Zhuang Lingyu's family background, she had long wanted to thread the connection with the Zhuang family . In fact, she thought that Zhuang Keer, who was the same age as her, would be the best person to do this . Sadly, the two of their identities were still too distant, so it was too hard to find a suitable opportunity to befriend her .
Today, she had unexpectedly bump into Zhuang Keer visiting her own store, it was an extremely good opportunity from the gods . Who would have known that it would have turned out this way, turning around to hit her on the head . . . ?
"Xiao Xi . . . what's wrong?" Zhuang Keer was actually rather attentive and sensitive . She felt like she had detected something and asked worriedly, "Did I . . . did I misunderstand? Do you not like this brand's clothes?"
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