บท 1733: The Same Birthmark (Part Thirty)

Ye Yuwei held Mo Fei's wrist. "Miss, we were the ones who got the wedding dress first. No matter what, it's first come first serve."

Ding Jiaqi crossed her arms over her chest. There was disdain on her arrogant face. "First come, first serve?"

"People like you won't be able to afford it even if you try it on. You'd just be wasting our time," the bride-to-be said as she snatched the wedding dress from Mo Fei's hands.

In the blink of an eye, the bride-to-be was already sprawled on the ground before the four golden flowers even registered what Mo Fei did. They were suddenly surrounded by a hail of women's screams.

Mo Fei held the wedding dress in her hand and looked at the woman lying on the floor. "Don't steal from me, b*tch. I hate it when people steal from me."

Ye Yuwei slapped herself in the face. Before she could see anything, this gangster lady had already made her move.