In the makeup room, Jian Manman forcefully tried to break free from the hand Xia Xing had grabbed. Magazines fell onto the floor, "This is my makeup room. You barged in without even knocking. How have you changed like this?"
Xia Xing sneered and let go of her, "I've changed? When we were together, was there anything you wanted that I didn't buy for you? Then you said it was over, just like that, without a single explanation. Who really changed?"
Jian Manman rubbed her wrist, feeling wronged, "Do you think money can buy everything?"
She looked down on Xia Xing with a lofty expression, revealing a particularly disdainful face, "I feel like our values really don't align. You're too materialistic."
Xia Xing was too innocent; he loved his girlfriend and bought her things she liked. Was there something wrong with that?
It was just like how he doted on his little sister, giving her his credit card directly.
