Yan Qingsi gave Mrs. Yue a silent approval. 'You're good, Auntie.'
It appeared that Mrs. Yue's fighting spirit was heightened when facing Mrs. Helan.
Having been drained of her money, Mrs. Helan's face turned red. 'They… really humiliate me.' The Helan family actually has that money.
The other two ladies looked at Mrs. Helan's face curiously.
Her face was red and burning. People like her seemed noble and aloof, but their vanity was actually much stronger than others. The more they tried to feign their nobility, the more afraid they were of being looked down on and being thought of as poor.
Mrs. Helan huffed. "It's just thirty thousand. Do you need to go to all that trouble to humiliate me? I really did forget my card when I rushed out. I'll have my driver send it over. Thirty thousand is a lot less than the money I send to beggars away."
Yan Qingsi twitched her lip. 'She's willing to go through hell just to keep up appearances.'
