Xu Qing caught the look her daughter sent her, clutched the purse in her hand, crossed her legs, and adopted a rather haughty sitting posture, "Sister, that must be your daughter, right? It's truly not easy to have lost her for so many years and still manage to find her."
She delivered the line casually, without any intention of waiting for Xu He to respond, and certainly didn't intend to greet Xia Ye, as she turned to address the sales associate directly, "That outfit she's wearing, get us a set too."
Although Xu Qing's taste was average, she still knew her stuff.
It was clear at a glance that the piece Xia Ye was wearing was different from the one Xia Yourong wore.
"Xiaorong, as long as you like it, Mom can buy it for you," Xu Qing said with a tone of arrogance.
Sales Associate: "I'm sorry, but the piece Miss Xia is wearing is a special custom-made edition, we don't have a second one in the store..."
Xu Qing was taken aback, "What? Custom-made?"