As for Xia Ningxing, she couldn't be bothered with these people.
The more they remained silent, the more everyone felt they had hit the nail on the head, believing they were guilty and ashamed.
"Just as I thought, how can selling perfume make money? It's not edible or drinkable!" Now Pangya's mom was boasting proudly, her eyebrows almost flying off her face.
There's a kind of person in this world, just like Pangya's mom, who relishes when others are suffering, wishing everyone else a miserable death as if it somehow highlighted their own happiness.
"That Xia family's Jianren is just showing off with his little bit of money!"
"Exactly, wouldn't it be better to save those fifteen hundred yuan? Instead, they just have to lose it all until they're destitute, right?"
