Zhiyi looked at the bag in her hands.
Chu Hui snorted with laughter, "Even if you look, it's not something you should have."
"It's very pretty, why shouldn't I have it?"
Zhiyi found it amusing, looking at Chu Hui as if teasing a child.
"My dad cut off your bank cards long ago. You're just a poor journalist without even a graduation, what kind of money could you possibly have!"
After saying this, Chu Hui turned to the salesperson beside her and said, "I want the bag she's holding."
Zhiyi said, "I saw it first."
"I want it precisely because you chose it." Chu Hui sneered, "Could you even afford it if I gave it to you?"
Zhiyi didn't speak.
Chu Hui urged the salesperson again, "Wrap it up for me."
The salesperson helplessly glanced at Zhiyi.
Zhiyi handed the bag back to her.
The salesperson smiled and said, "Miss, this bag totals sixty thousand. Do you want to pay by card or with a QR code?"
Chu Hui boldly took out a card from her bag, "Swipe the card."
"Okay."