"It is really so troublesome for a celebrity." Vivian rubbed her neck and asked, "By the way, was the clerk just now your friend?"
"What?" Arno was puzzled.
"When we were running, she even greeted you." Vivian blinked.
Arno wanted to laugh and weep all at once. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch Vivian's cheek.
"What are you doing?" Vivian, whose cheeks were being pulled, spoke rather vaguely.
"Just now, you directly dragged me out. The clothes and my card are left in the store. Even your clothes have not been paid for."
As he spoke, Arno pointed at Vivian's clothes that still had tags.
Vivian lowered her head and looked at the tags, extremely embarrassed.
"Then, what should we do? Should we go back and get them?" Vivian asked, her face awkward.
Arno said helplessly, "I'll c
