Yan Ruyu noticed her indifference and tactfully nodded, "Then browse as you please, I'll go check out that section over there."
"Sure," Mo Ran immediately responded, suddenly feeling a sense of relief that she was finally leaving.
"Ranran, does it look good?" Almost at the same time, Mo Yan's voice sounded from behind her.
Just as Yan Ruyu was about to turn around, her movement abruptly halted. Mo Ran inwardly cursed, too late as she turned her head, attempting to block Mo Yan's line of sight.
The two women had already spotted each other.
Mo Yan was taken aback for a moment before a faint, cold smile appeared on her face.
Yan Ruyu was also smirking. She crossed her arms and looked at Mo Yan, her voice icy, "Since when could a woman who makes a living by drinking with men afford to shop at Chanel? You all should be careful; she might try on everything in the store and not buy a single piece."