Luo Xing was very dissatisfied and unwilling, but she could not say anything in front of Zhou Xiaorou. She could only twitch the corners of her mouth and sagy, "No need, I still have clothes to wear, so I don't need new ones. Besides, these clothes shouldn't be cheap, and I'll be embarrassed to spend so much of your money. I'll just wear whatever that suit my status."
Xia Wan didn't miss the emotion in Luo Xing's eyes. She knew very well that some people were heartless. You showed kindness to her, but to the other party, it was an insult to her.
Luo Xing was this kind of person. In order to take care of her, Zhou Xiaorou wanted to buy her clothes. However, to Luo Xing, Zhou Xiaorou's words were a reminder that she was born poor and did not have the ability to buy clothes on her own.
Luo Xing's life was not as good as Zhou Xiaorou's, but she had a strong sense of self-esteem and would not allow herself to accept charity.
