"Comfortable clothing suits you better,"
Mo Shangjun's casual remark caught Liang Zhiqiong off guard.
She tried hard to make herself glamorous and superior, to reclaim some self-esteem and pride, to put herself back on the stage, but Mo Shangjun saw through her futile efforts and pierced her facade in an instant.
She didn't like high heels or dresses; she only dressed up to impress Peng Yuqiu.
As she stared blankly at Mo Shangjun, Liang Zhiqiong felt a lump in her throat, and tears almost fell.
"Check out."
Before Liang Zhiqiong could do anything, Mo Shangjun had already turned toward the counter.
Liang Zhiqiong thought about changing out of the clothes first, but Mo Shangjun had the salesperson cut off the tags right away. By the time she put her shoes back on, the outfit was rightfully hers.
"Miss, here are your clothes."
The thoughtful salesperson placed Liang Zhiqiong's previous clothes and shoes into a bag for her to take.
"Okay."
