Just when the atmosphere between the two of them was cozy, a discordant voice interrupted, and the owner of the voice even grabbed the long dress Lin Mengyao was holding and rudely said, "I like this dress. It's mine now. You guys go pick something else."
The owner of the voice had an obvious sense of entitlement.
She reached out to yank the dress, but it didn't move at all, still staying snugly in Lin Mengyao's arms.
"Let go. Didn't you hear what I just said?" The woman said, frowning and looking at Lin Mengyao with jealousy in her eyes.
"We picked this dress first. Just because you like it doesn't mean we'll give it to you. Go pick something else," Lin Mengyao's face darkened as she said coldly to the other woman.
"I'm paying for it. This dress has to be mine," the woman said unreasonably, not caring about any rules.
