"Yuxin, can you please help me? We're from the same village, and we were best friends in primary school," she said as she grabbed Tang Yuxin's sleeve and wouldn't let go.
"I can ask around for you."
Tang Yuxin pulled her sleeve from Zhang Xiaomei's grasp and straightened it. Although she felt an increasing distaste for the clothing, seeing its rightful owner now back, she thought solving this issue would bring joy to everyone.
The Gu Ning she had worked hard to save was not meant to be harmed by others.
To harm Gu Ning was also to harm her own hard work. The Gu Ning she cultivated like a prized cabbage—she would rather eat it herself than give it to Zhang Xiaomei.
Tang Yuxin took out her phone, stepped aside, and made a call. Of course, she spoke softly so Zhang Xiaomei couldn't make out what she was saying?
