No one cared about her pale face. The old butler continued speaking, "Is the total of this money Thirty Thousand? The tempered film on the Young Lady's mobile phone screen alone costs more than that. Can't she tell this phone is a HOER?"
At this, not only Zhu Yingluo, but even Han Wenwen turned pale, as if they had been slapped hard. The way she looked at Chi Enen changed—filled with scrutiny, comparison, and intense jealousy.
Her throat felt as if it were being gripped, unable to make any sound, and the blood in her vessels almost flowed backward out of shame.
