"If you're not keen on it, that's fine by me." Shen Mianmian shot her a threatening glance before turning around to cook in the kitchen.
Zhou Siyu glared resentfully at Shen Mianmian's clothes, wishing she could tear them to shreds, but remembering Shen Mianmian's warning, she forcefully held herself back from acting on that impulse.
It was just a set of defective clothes. Once she got into university, found a job, and earned money, she would definitely buy many that were a hundred times more expensive than this.
She didn't give a damn about Shen Mianmian's ragged clothes.
Although she thought this way, when she looked at the clothes on the bed and then at the ones she was wearing, she felt too disgusted to put them on.
Aunt really had a way of doing things, although kind to her, only bought her clothes during the New Year or when she absolutely had nothing to wear.
