Gu's mother, Ling Guizhen, holding her royal blue crocodile skin handbag, sighed deeply.
She said softly, stroking the bag, "Looks like I'm going to have to sell you."
She raised her head to the gloomy sky, entirely void of a single cloud, matching her melancholy mood precisely.
She thought, if the person who came to see her today hadn't been Chen Jingzi, she would have agreed without hesitation.
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At Starbucks, Chen Jingzi, having exhausted the supply of tissues on her table, still couldn't wipe off the coffee stains on her clothes.
As customers nearby stared at her awkwardly, she exploded, shouting, "What are you looking at?"
Now that her plans had fallen through, she was enraged.
She hadn't expected Ling Guizhen to put an old grudge on her.
Otherwise, she could have manipulated Ling Guizhen into destabilising the relationship between Ye Jiajia and Gu Xu today.
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