For Yin Kui, this price was equivalent to a month's salary.
In the army...
He wouldn't even dare to think about it.
Yet, to that woman, such a figure was still "somewhat low"?
In Yin Kui's eyes, Fan Zhao was immediately labeled as "troublemaker."
Chu Liangxia glanced at Fan Zhao.
Her impression of this person wasn't particularly deep in the past, and they hardly had any interaction.
The only memory she had was of Fan Zhao competing against her for the position of class president; Chu Liangxia almost received a unanimous vote, which deeply upset Fan Zhao, who cried in class for an entire day.
Why—
Was she targeting her so much?
Although perplexed, Chu Liangxia withdrew her gaze and said to the salesgirl, "Wrap it up for me."
"Okay."
Responded the salesgirl immediately.
As if afraid that Chu Liangxia might change her mind, she attempted to take the belt from Fan Zhao.
But—
Fan Zhao didn't give her the chance.
"I'll take this one."