"This is such a black market. Normally, they sell a set of disposable lingerie for at most 20 RMB at the mall; this hotel's store sells them for 88 RMB‽"
Song Qingchun grumbled, fingering the stack of money in her hands. Then she ran through the rest of the items on the store guide, and her mouth never stopped moving. "Merchants are all evil; entrepreneurs are all vampires…"
Song Qingchun's complaints, for some reason, burned even Su Zhinian. "And that Maniac Su, even though we have that contractual relationship for me to take care of his living arrangements, it makes no sense that I have to pay even for his food and everyday items…
"I've stayed at his place for almost two months already, and those daily cooking ingredients add up. Hell, even those everyday items like toiletries are such a money sink. Furthermore, Maniac Su will only use certain high-end brands, and of course, their prices are just ridiculous."
