Ning Qian's loud voice echoed in the store, drawing the attention of everyone there.
Zhuang Shuqing paused and turned around, "Miss Ning Qian, is it so strange that I have this card?"
"Of course it is! You're just a junior reporter, and this is a special VIP shopping card, how could you have one!" Implicitly suggesting that her status was not worthy of the card.
"Miss Ning Qian, only a dog's eyes look down on others."
"You...!" Ning Qian was so angry that she couldn't take it. Her remarks were a veiled insult. She took two steps forward and stopped in front of Zhuang Shuqing, "I suppose you're being kept by some rich man and won't admit it, right?"
Zhuang Shuqing's eyes turned cold, and as she was about to respond, a familiar voice rose from behind her.
"Wife, why didn't you call me after you finished shopping?" If it weren't for the spending alert on his phone, he wouldn't have known she had made a purchase.
Wife... wife?
