Relying on a woman's sixth sense, Holy already sensed that something was wrong, and she handed the dress she had tried earlier to the waiter, "Just this one."
"Is this your friend?" Siman glanced at the label on the long dress, "There are all new styles over there, you can pick any of them, and I'll pay for it."
Holy's good impression of her disappeared immediately. "Are you very rich?"
Siman folded her arms gracefully on her chest, with provocative eyes, "If a man really cares about his woman, he will definitely give her the best living conditions." These words were obviously aimed at Rain.
They never met, except last time in Nael's office. Rain smiled knowingly, it was the romantic account owed by that man again.
"So, he cares about you."
Siman's previously faked smile froze at the
