While waiting there, she noticed that countless women's eyes were practically glued to Ye Mohan.
To be honest, she was a little jealous.
Ye Mohan didn't notice anything and just obediently followed behind his wife.
Whatever my wife says goes.
...
In the fitting room.
Jian Yixue sat on the leather sofa with her legs crossed, looking at Ye Mohan, whose figure was much better than that of a model.
They were staring intently.
Ye Mohan, on the other hand, was like a mindless changing machine, going in and out of the fitting room.
Every time he tried on an outfit and showed it to Jian Yixue, he would receive a nod of approval from the wife.
"I bought it."
And so it goes, in a never-ending cycle.
In the end, Jian Yixue bought all the clothes that Ye Mohan had tried on.
"Wrap all of these up for me, and pay the bill."
Then he took out the globally limited edition black card from his bag and handed it to the sales assistant.
Upon hearing this, the sales assistant quickly took it, her face crinkling with laughter.
"Yes, madam."
She originally thought that the deal would only last one or two days, since wealthy people have very high standards.
In the past, customers would not buy if they were dissatisfied with any details.
To my surprise, she brought out five or six sets, and they were all sold in one go.
The sales assistant was very excited; she finally had extra money this month to buy the lipstick she wanted.
But he forced himself to remain calm and took the card to swipe it.
Ye Mohan did not comment on Jian Yixue's actions throughout the entire process.
In his heart, anything is fine as long as his wife is happy.
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