After looking at her indifferently for a while, Myra suddenly raised her lips and said, "You are not qualified to say that to me."
However, when she saw Myra's unhappy face, Lydia felt happy secretly. She lowered her head and smiled.
Julie snorted at her side. "Let's see how long you can be so arrogant. You'll cry in the future."
Lydia turned to Julie and said, "Well, we're here to buy clothes, not to argue with her."
"Yes, you're right," said Julie. Pointing at Myra, she shouted at the shop assistant, "Waitress, please bring one dress same style as she is wearing in my friend's size
t a little pain in her foot.
Since it had been paid, she was going to change her clothes and leave.
As soon as Myra walked up, Lydia found something wrong. She looked at the wheelchair next to her and understood.
There was a touch of complacency in Lydia's eyes. It seemed that brother Archer really did something heavy that day. It was not a funny thing to sprain her ankle in high heels.
It had been a few days, but it was still not good. It was estimated that it would be difficult to recover in a short time.
With a fake smile on her face, Lydia said, "Ouch, sister, your foot..."