Coming out of the fashion store, Bai Yuefeng was fuming mad, grinding her teeth the whole way, muttering angrily under her breath.
"Let me tell you, I have never, ever been this humiliated before in my life!"
"Ugh! I'm so furious!"
"The packed clothes had to be returned! Just a measly few thousand dollars, and it made me lose such face!"
"Did you see the look on that little sales clerk's face? Wasn't she looking down on me?"
"I'm so angry! So, so angry!"
Facing her hot-headed childhood bestie's outburst, Wei Xuelian, fully aware of her temper and habits, didn't bother to persuade her but simply smiled and followed along, listening to her vent.
Bai Xiaosheng held Wei Xuelian's hand, walking side by side with her.
As for Bai Yuefeng, Bai Xiaosheng found her amusing.
Just earlier, witnessing her stunned silence at the sight of Bai Xiaosheng holding that five-dollar bill, followed by her breakdown after realizing the situation—it was indeed somewhat funny.
