"Who says people driving pickups can't be rich?"
At that moment, Han Xue in the passenger seat helped Zhang Xiaowei out by saying that.
If she hadn't spoken, Zhang Xiaowei almost forgot about her.
He immediately turned around and shot Han Xue an approving look.
After all, Han Xue's identity was Zhang Xiaowei's girlfriend now; if her boyfriend was humiliated, it would be too abnormal if she didn't respond at all.
"Hmph, maybe there's no rule, but I've never seen a rich person driving a pickup."
The heavily made-up female manager glanced at Han Xue dismissively, still saying the same as before.
That's why they say, three women make a drama.
Han Xue instantly got into character.
She directly got out of the car, pointed at her recently bought outfit, and questioned the heavily made-up female manager, "My boyfriend just bought this for me. Do you know how much it costs?"
