Seeing Zhou Xiaoxuan was determined not to speak, Xu Xiaoya urged, "Zhou Xiaoxuan, I don't have time to waste with you. Since you're a customer, I'll give you three more gift sets and another discount..."
One of the three gift sets included a full-priced basic handbag, with a price tag nearing five figures. Xu Xiaoya was doing this entirely because Zhou Xiaoxuan had once lent her money, and she wanted to repay the favor. But Zhou Xiaoxuan glared at her. "I just don't want it! What can you do about it? This is Yan Xixi's shop. I'm not happy, so I don't want her earning my money!"
"HEH HEH, Zhou Xiaoxuan, whether you want this bag or not, you're taking it."
"And what if I don't want it? What can you do?"
"I'll show your husband your pre-plastic surgery photos. HMPH, Zhou Xiaoxuan, go swipe your card. Otherwise, don't blame me for not having any 'classmate affection.'"
Zhou Xiaoxuan's face fell. "You... you still have my old photos?"
