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Hearing He Jinsi's address to Luo Chenxin, Mu Yichen subconsciously frowned.

In the past, he scolded that woman a lot, but hearing such words now made him feel quite harsh.

"That's enough, don't say that about her in the future, after all, she is also the young mistress of the Mu family now."

"Mu Yichen, are you crazy? You really care about Luo Chen..." He Jinsi screamed.

Mu Yichen frowned, "It's just buying a store, not for anyone. Fifty million is not enough? I can increase the price... 60 million!"

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Luo Chenxi walked into the fabric store again, and as soon as she entered, she heard a fierce argument coming from inside.

"What do you mean? In such a big store, you still want to buy and sell by force, but it won't work?"

Hearing Zuo Xiaoqing's voice, Luo Chenxi was a little surprised.

She thought that Zuo Xiaoqing had already left, why is she still here?

Immediately afterwards, the clerk came over and sneered, "Miss Zuo, what you said is wrong. These fabrics are specially ordered by you, and we have also cut them according to your requirements. If you don't want If so, who shall we sell it to?"

"I... I didn't say I wouldn't buy it..." Zuo Xiaoqing's forehead was covered with cold sweat, "It's just... It's just that I bought it later. When my boyfriend comes, he will naturally paid for."

The clerk snorted, "Miss Zuo, are you sure Young Master Chen is still your boyfriend? Just now, when he saw the goddess, he ran away with her. I seem to have heard Young Master Chen say that he and you are not in a boyfriend-boyfriend relationship."

Hearing this, Zuo Xiaoqing was so angry that she almost vomited blood!

Just now, she wanted to show her affection in front of Luo Chenxi, so she deliberately let Chen Junjie appear in front of Luo Chenxi.

As a result, as soon as Chen Junjie saw Luo Chenxi, he chased after her, and even distanced himself from her on the spot.

Haven't come back until now.

And the clerk is also full of snobbery. When he saw that she was suspected of being dumped by a rich second-generation boyfriend, his attitude immediately changed 180 degrees.

Moreover, he was afraid that she would renege on the debt, and asked her to settle all the money immediately.

Without Chen Junjie, where would she get so much money? I can only shirk the payment next time.

But the clerk wouldn't let her go at all.

The two were deadlocked.

Luo Chenxi walked in, and Zuo Xiaoqing also noticed her presence, and immediately jumped up, "Damn bitch! How dare you show up here? Let me ask you, where is my boyfriend? Where are you seducing him to?" Already? Give him back to me!"

Luo Chenxi was speechless for a while, "How do I know where Chen Junjie is? He has already left the textile market."

"You nonsense, how could he leave me alone? It must be you, a vixen, who messed with me. I tore you up, you shameless mistress!"

Zuo Xiaoqing blamed Luo Chenxi for the humiliation she received from Chen Junjie and the clerk just now, and rushed forward to scratch her face.

Luo Chenxi stood motionless on the spot, curling the corners of her lips, "What? Do you want to send me to your door again?"

Zuo Xiaoqing looked at her reassuring smile, and her heart shuddered, remembering that Luo Chenxi was a black belt in Taekwondo, she was immediately scared.

One hand was raised in the air, neither daring to drop it nor willing to take it back.

Luo Chenxi looked at her stiff appearance, shook her head, stopped talking to her, and went to look at the fabric on her own.

Zuo Xiaoqing felt unwilling, and couldn't help mocking her again, "What are you looking at? Could it be that you can afford these fabrics again?"

Luo Chenxi glanced at her, "Whether I can afford it or not doesn't seem to be your business, right? You should think about how to pay the money you owe."

Zuo Xiaoqing wanted to scold back, but the clerk couldn't help but interjected: "Yes, Miss Zuo, since you said that Young Master Chen will pay for you, you should call him quickly! What are you delaying here?"

Zuo Xiaoqing could only suppress the anger in her heart, picked up the phone again, and called Chen Junjie.

However, she called several times in a row, but no one answered.

Could it be that Chen Junjie really wants to dump her?

Zuo Xiaoqing suddenly panicked.

Without the support of a rich second generation like Chen Junjie, her modestly well-to-do family would not be able to support her in fashion design!

At this moment, Luo Chenxi had already walked around the store and picked out the fabric she wanted.

"These, these, and these, wrap them up for me."