Wang Xiaoya's little mouth was as sweet as if it had been smeared with honey, flattering Xie Xiaoyao so much that she nearly floated up to the heavens, her show-off wealth greatly satisfied.
She had originally wanted to recommend some items to Xie Xiaoyao, but with Zhang Dongliang's limited financial power, after swiping his card, he pulled Xie Xiaoyao and headed for the door.
Xie Xiaoyao even specifically called out to Wang Xiaoya, "Little Ya, you must come to sing with us tomorrow!"
"Got it!"
Wang Xiaoya smiled. Since it was a gathering organized by Zhang Li's group, she naturally wanted to show support for her best friend.
After Zhang Dongliang left, his face immediately darkened, and he snapped at Xie Xiaoyao angrily, "Have you lost your mind? They're clearly slaughtering you, can't you see that?"
Xie Xiaoyao shrugged off his arm, indifferent, "What are you talking about, why are you so petty? I ask you, are these clothes, these shoes good-looking?"
