Ran Wei, for once in her lifetime, was able to wake up late. Usually, she had work in the mornings, but due to the floor renovations, the whole clothing shop was on a one-week break. This was neither a good nor bad thing, as she had nothing to do without work. These days, she hadn't been entering the Store of Fates either, since she could not afford it and did not want to rely on her boss' kind graces. One advantage that came with it was that she did not have to look at Lin Zhuyues' stupid face.
"Death to the rich," she muttered while clicking her tongue.
