"Why are you running away at the sight of me? Weren't you quite tough before?"
In Jiang Minmin's hand was a red jacket, crafted from cheap material in a poorly imitated suit style. It was evidently low-quality at just one glance.
Nan Fei instinctively skimmed her gaze over the clothing in her hand.
Jiang Minmin proudly raised her hand, lifting her chin as she smugly said, "I know you're jealous, but too bad! Your jealousy is useless. If you can't afford it, you can only look, always wearing clothes discarded by others."
Then, as if something just occurred to her, she stifled her laughter, "Do you remember when you were young, following me around, picking up the clothes I discarded? I recall refusing to give them to you, but you still eagerly asked me for them. Hahahaha...it's just too hilarious."
As for what Jiang Minmin was talking about, Nan Fei indeed remembered. Back then, when her parents were away evading the one-child policy, she was living with her grandmother.
