Amid a chorus of wails and the venomous glares from the men, Yang Chen helped Ye Xin carry her bags and left the store.
Ye Xin looked at the big pile of clothes in Yang Chen's hands, stuck out her tongue, and said a little sheepishly, "Sorry, I bought too much!"
Yang Chen laughed. "It's fine, it's all our own brand anyway, doesn't count as wasting money."
"Our own brand?" Ye Xin's eyes went wide.
Yang Chen smiled. "You didn't know?"
Ye Xin shook her head again and again, clearly having no idea this brand belonged to Yang Chen. She'd never heard of it before, but from the posters and the brand concept inside, she'd thought it was some big international label. Plus, the quality and style of the clothes really were excellent.
It never even occurred to her that this was a domestic brand.
Yang Chen explained, "This was a brand Wei Xueqing started after you left. She used some of Frank's designs, so Frank and I both have shares. All in all, you can treat it as ours."
