Su Ningyan was about to bend over and move that box of fruit when someone suddenly grabbed her by the collar, giving her quite a fright.
"Hey, who's that?"
She turned her head and found that it was Zhang Juan. What was she doing grabbing her collar?
Su Jingyu instantly noticed the Chanel logo and was resentful, "Mom, it's really Chanel's new collection. This set sells for thirty-eight thousand in the market. The subtle patterns on it are all hand-embroidered."
Su Jingyu couldn't resist touching her skirt. The touch of this designer clothing was totally different.
Compared to this, the skirt she just grabbed felt like it was from a flea market.
"Take it off, you don't deserve to wear this set."
If it hadn't been for Su Guohua needing startup capital all those years ago and setting his sights on Lin Xiaozhu's dowry, she wouldn't have had to bear the slurs of being an unwed mother.
So, whenever Zhang Juan saw them, the siblings were like thorns in her flesh.
