A woman in her thirties, dressed in a professional skirt suit, came running over. She had quickly grasped the situation and realized that the man before her was undoubtedly a magnate.
Though she had initially planned to observe from the sidelines, she couldn't control herself and rushed forward the moment she saw the Purple Crystal Card in his hand, her face wreathed in smiles. It was common knowledge that this card was a symbol of status in Jiangzhong. Their own big boss had one. The clothes he wore might have been ordinary, but the Purple Crystal Card could not be fake.
"Oh," Qin Long acknowledged with a slight wave of his hand, cutting short the manager's fawning inquiries. He was only here to buy clothes for Tang Xuewu; everything else was irrelevant.
But how could the manager possibly pass up an opportunity to connect with a magnate like Qin Long?
