บท 812: Designer Bags are My Children

Back when the Internet was criticizing her, Hu Jiaojiao unstintingly spent money to hire people to boost Jian Yiling's reputation. She wanted to help Jian Yiling in her own way.

"Waaa, Yiling…"

Hu Jiaojiao gave Jian Yiling a big bear hug before she planted a fierce kiss on Jian Yiling's cheek.

Then, she picked a not-so-expensive designer bag from the box. She prepared to send the bag home to her mother.

However, Jian Yiling took a different approach. She picked up a few bags from the box and stuffed them into Hu Jiaojiao's hands.

"I can't use all these bags," Hu Jiaojiao commented as she hurriedly shook her head.

"Neither can I."

Unless she was attending special occasions, Jian Yiling typically carried a small black backpack whenever she headed out.

After all, in Jian Yiling's opinion, bags had to be solid and practical. She didn't really care about the brand.