When she heard the total announced by the scanner, Cao Jiajia's jaw almost dropped.
'They bought so much stuff!'
"Total for this transaction is one thousand seven hundred and twenty-three yuan."
A few other customers glanced sideways at Ling Anxun's pile of bags.
Perhaps she was staring too obviously, because Shanshan casually glanced in her direction.
The other girl's gaze was calm, with no trace of mockery or smugness. It was as ordinary as looking at a regular classmate.
But Cao Jiajia felt a sting, as if she'd been pricked.
She shot back a fierce glare and turned to leave.
Shanshan froze for a moment, not following her immediately.
She watched her sister's retreating back, her eyes following until the figure disappeared around the street corner before she slowly looked away.
She sighed inwardly, her feelings a mix of helplessness and heartache.
'That girl must not be having an easy time right now.'
'Otherwise, she wouldn't feel humiliated by a simple glance.'
