C87 Her Flesh Hurts

Although they're really ordinary friends, others don't know, and that would be very embarrassing for him.

"As long as you like it." Zhao Moran took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a card, and handed it to the clerk. "Wrap up all the clothes that this lady tried on."

The clerk saw that Zhao Moran was generous and smiled. "Okay, please wait a moment."

When Zhuang Tingyou heard that