Qin Yiren blinked and quietly lowered her little hand that was frozen in shock.
Even with inflation, could things really have gotten this ridiculous in just a few years?
Back in college, her monthly living expenses were only eight hundred yuan; at these prices, only rich young ladies could afford these clothes, right?
Just as Qin Yiren thought of this, another customer walked into the store, her high heels knocking out a pleasant echo on the marble floor.
She lifted her gaze, her dark, clear eyes opening slightly wider.
Gu Jin'er?
What a cursed fate—how was she running into her here?
"Huang Qian." Gu Jin'er walked over to them with a noble, composed air, her gaze tracking Bo Jinghang's figure. She greeted him with a coquettish smile: "Professor Bo, you're here to buy clothes?"
No kidding. What else would you be doing in a clothing store but buying clothes.
But the prices were way too outrageous; she was already planning her escape.
