"You can't be in such a rush that you don't even say hi, can you?" An Ying's tone was slightly displeased.
Mo Pianpian thought to herself, so it was Wang Xue who wrote it. Had she finally become so ashamed that she left?
Thinking of something, she leaned toward Yun Ya's ear: "I told you she would covet that dress of yours, shameless bitch." Mo Pianpian cursed indignantly.
Yun Ya smiled calmly and said: "It's just a dress, taking it is no big deal."
"While it's only a dress to you, it's different for her. Selling it at the second-hand market could fetch a good price. That dress is a limited edition Chanel couture piece, quite valuable. The second-hand market covets such items."
"I believe Miss Wang isn't the type to be short-sighted." Yun Ya sipped the red wine leisurely as she said.
After dinner, Zhuang Xiyue and An Ying said their goodbyes and each got into cars to head home.
Yun Ya looked at the scenery outside the window, slowly closing her eyes.
