The message from Zhang Yang asking her to change the group nickname was still hanging there, slapping her in the face...plus, she was also upset when she was buying engagement jewelry.
Li Mo's fingers tightened around the phone and her expression became increasingly worse.
At this time, the clerk who went in first came out with a paper bag and respectfully returned the black card to the beautiful woman next to her: "Miss Guan, please take your jewelry."
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Li Mo listened to it.
I searched in my mind for someone with the surname Guan in Beijing.
Not long after she returned to China, she actually met one or two people with the surname Guan, but they were all people who could not rank compared to her.
Li Mo watched coldly as the beautiful woman put away the card, stood up, picked up the paper bag, and left without even checking the jewelry worth millions inside.
"Heh." She sneered, mocking the other person's pretentiousness. She even fiddled with her newly-made manicure, lowered her eyes and recalled a saying she had heard before: The poorer people are, the more they like to pretend to be rich!
Some poor people are struggling to make ends meet, but they love to buy luxury goods that they cannot afford. If they cannot afford H brand bags, they buy belts and accessories. It seems that if they consume luxury goods, they can become celebrities.
This woman is probably the same.
He bought a set of jewelry worth millions without blinking an eye, and didn't even check it, just to show off in front of them.
Even if a truly rich person can afford these things, it doesn’t mean that she won’t check or choose them over and over again... Only the poor’s imagined wealth is so superficial!
Li Mo watched the other person's back as he left and became more certain that he must be a canary kept by an old man, who was registered in SEVEN with the black card of the sponsor.
She was too lazy to bother with such people and lower her status.
"Ms. Li, your necklace has been packed for you." At this time, her shopping guide also came out and handed her an equally exquisite paper bag.
Li Mo picked up her handbag and took out a card: "Swipe the card."
"Okay." The clerk took the card with both hands, carefully swiped some money, and returned the bank card to Li Mo, and asked softly: "Miss Li, do you need us to take you home?"
This is the normal arrangement in the store.
If guests buy jewelry, they will be responsible for sending them home safely if necessary.
This is also a rule unique to SEVEN.
Even the cars used to pick up the guests are black Rolls-Royce Phantoms, which are low-key yet stylish, and this is SEVEN's brand concept.
Li Mo thought about the bad things that happened today, and she didn't bring a driver with her, so she nodded casually: "Okay."
The clerk went to make arrangements.
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at the same time.
Guan Yan, who was accused of pretending to be rich by Li Mo behind his back, just walked out of the mall, took out his car keys, opened the door of his Bentley parked on the side of the road, and threw the paper bag inside.
She bent over to the driver's seat and was about to fasten her seat belt.
Guan Yan raised her eyes and saw through the car window that the woman who had just snatched jewelry from her in the store was leaving the mall surrounded by black-clad bodyguards.
"Tsk." She smacked her lips, finding it funny when she thought of the subtle, critical look Li Mo had given her before.
But Guan Yan had seen all kinds of people, and had no interest in someone like Li Mo, whose superficiality could be seen through at a glance. She swung her legs and played with her phone the whole time, ignoring her unreasonable stares and scrutiny.
At this time, Guan Yan's cell phone, which was placed on the passenger seat, rang.
She reached out to pick up the phone and saw Qin Si's name jumping on the screen.
(End of this chapter)