Those limited-edition handbags, clothes, shoes, various jewelry accessories, especially the beloved perfumes, are quite a hassle to move around.,Outside the building, Qian Cheng was waiting on the steps.,Fu Ji-chen leaned his arms on the car window, glanced at Yu Qing's bag, then at that man's bag. Finally, his gaze fell on the man's face. He smiled ambiguously, but his eyes held a warning like autumn reckoning.。