C199 It's Not for You to Ask Questions

Just as Jiang Cheng was about to argue with Little Tong Xing's manager, Lu Qingge stopped her. "Wait a moment."

Lu Qingge bent down to pick up the foundation box and lip gloss from the ground, then held them up in her hands and looked at them. They were all miscellaneous makeup that he had never even heard of. This kind of thing would definitely not cost more than fifty yuan per bottle