C75 The Prison with His Name Written on It

Take Jee Xiaobei's card and swipe it. That was a quick one. He only picked the expensive ones and didn't pick the right ones. He swept away all the branded high heels that I liked.

Here in Wang Fujing, a silk scarf could be as high as ten thousand, or even dozens of times.

He didn't even blink. As long as he felt that the color was right