Zhu Yuyu came out from the fitting room and raised her head up. Through the mirror, she saw Mo Feifei's back view from afar. She furrowed her brows and instinctively called out, "Rong Mo."
Shang Mo immediately took his eyes off the magazine and looked towards Zhu Yuyu gaze. But he saw the back view of a woman.
Although it looked similar, she was not Rong Mo.
Zhu Yuyu found Shang Mo looking at her and sighed. "You saw wrongly. It's not brother Rong Mo." She spun around and took a look in the mirror, asking, "What do you think of this outfit, cousin."
"Whatever," Shang Mo simply retorted and did not raise his head.
Zhu Yuyu heard his perfunctory tone, and she unhappily said, "It would be better if brother Rong Mo was here. He would definitely meticulously help me pick out the best dress for my coming-of-age ceremony."