"You want compensation, really?" Shen Xinyi scoffed coldly. "This CHANEL T-shirt was brought back from France by my father, just released. Today is the first time I'm wearing it, over a thousand Euros, which is more than ten thousand yuan when converted. I'll give you a depreciated price, ten thousand yuan!"
"A lousy T-shirt for ten thousand yuan, are you robbing me!" Xu Xia cursed as she prepared to charge forward again.
"How could you people wearing street stall clothes understand what fashion means?" Shen Xinyi said contemptuously, glancing sideways at the two of them. "So, Luo Xiaoqian, you said you'd pay, didn't you? Can't afford it, no problem, it's just a lack of money, right? I don't need the money. Just apologize to me in front of everyone, and we'll call it even!"
She lifted her chin, like a proud peacock.
That attitude deeply wounded Luo Xiaoqian.
Money, it's always about money!
