At this moment, Xu Xiaoya looked up. When she saw Mrs. Huang beside Zhou Xiaoxuan, an ominous premonition immediately flashed through her mind. She hurried over, greeting her enthusiastically, "Auntie Huang, are you here to look at bags? Please, come in, have a seat, and enjoy a cup of coffee."
When the coffee was served, Mrs. Huang glanced around. Xu Xiaoya had her own office, exquisitely furnished and tidy. The suit she wore was clearly high-end, lending her the air of a top-tier white-collar professional.
"Xiaoya, it's only been two or three years since I last saw you, and you've changed so much."
"You're too kind, Auntie Huang. By the way, have you seen any styles you like? If you find one, I can get you the best possible price. It's the end of the year, and we have a promotional offer: internal staff each get a one-time 70% discount. I can give my discount to you."
