The woman suddenly screamed, and Yan Xinxin wanted to know what was going on.
Still puzzled, she saw the woman in the blue dress angrily pointing at her.
"Yan Xinxin, what's your problem! Look at the way you're walking! Didn't you see me holding my lipstick?"
Upon hearing the woman's angry words, Yan Xinxin lowered her head to look.
The lipstick in the blue dress woman's hand had snapped in half, but what shocked Yan Xinxin even more was the bold, glaring lipstick stain on the hem of the gauzy skirt she was wearing.
"Yan Xinxin, you're going to compensate me for this lipstick!"
The woman demanded fiercely.
"This lipstick is a limited-edition luxury item! It costs a thousand yuan per tube!"
"Xiaoxiao, let it go! People who rely on scholarships every year probably don't have much money. A thousand yuan might be more than her entire monthly living expense!"
