"Miss, you might have some misunderstanding. She's not my girlfriend," Yin Xiaofan explained quickly.
The salesgirl was also cold—what was going on?
"Don't you want to see me in beautiful clothes?" Zhang Ning was also somewhat dissatisfied, looking at Yin Xiaofan.
"Of course you should wear nice clothes, but you must admit we're not really boyfriend and girlfriend," Yin Xiaofan said blandly. "I will satisfy some of your requests, but you shouldn't go too far."
Yin Xiaofan was no fool, nor was he an enemy, but if Zhang Ning kept this up, there would likely be endless trouble, and even if he had money, it couldn't be spent like this.
"Hmph."
Zhang Ning's good mood had just vanished. Although he had already known Yin Xiaofan wasn't wealthy, he was still stung by such a direct refusal.
"Excuse me, are you buying this bag?" the salesgirl asked cautiously.
"Not anymore." Zhang Ning said angrily, walking straight out of the store.
