"Really, you're living large, even willing to use 'Huayan' for you— you know, my mom uses the cheapest one, the nine-yuan 'Huayan,' and she flinches every time I use a little bit of it. She keeps telling me I'm too young to need it."
Wu Xiuyu covered her face and pretended to cry.
"It's over, Lu Yun, I'm getting more and more jealous of you, what should I do? Boo hoo hoo, I need to cry a little first, or I won't be able to resist the urge to bite you."
"Hehehe..."
Lu Yun was amused by Wu Xiuyu. As it happens, 'Huayan' had undergone a price adjustment, and the domestic three-yuan iron box version now cost nine yuan.
"What are you guys talking about?" Seeing the two of them chatting in seemingly joyful spirits, more female classmates, one after another, gathered around to join the conversation.
