The salesperson's smile froze. Ye Beisheng took out her card and handed it to the cashier.
Who knew that before she handed over the card, Su Yun could not hold it in anymore and could not wait to speak.
"Yo, don't tell me you don't have money? You don't have money, yet you still have the balls to be sleeping with another woman? Ye Beisheng, you're really stupid. This kind of old man is obviously the kind who doesn't admit his mistakes. You actually believed that he would buy you clothes?"
Ye Beisheng turned around.
Wen Zhixing frowned. "Little girl, don't talk nonsense at such a young age. You would regret it."
After death, she would be sent to hell.
