Zuo Xiaoqing's face turned red.
Paying for these fabrics out of her own pocket was as good as cutting her flesh with a knife!
Luo Chenxi smiled as she said, "Zuo Xiaoqing, you'd be better off knowing your limits because these fabrics are really pricey. So, there's no need to make a fool out of yourself if you really can't afford them. The worst that could ever happen to you is to be blacklisted and chased out of the shop. Well, at least that's better than being in debt, right?"
These words were indeed not pleasant to the ears, but Luo Chenxi truly meant what she said from the bottom of her heart.
However, to Zuo Xiaoqing, taking advice from a person whom she thought to be filthy poor was equivalent to taking a slap on the face.
She suddenly felt her face burning as she took out a credit card from her backpack and slammed it on the table.
"I'll... I'll swipe my own card! Even without Young Master Chen, I'll still buy these fabrics!"