"After all, without you, there wouldn't be them!"
Huang Yue felt increasingly disturbed the more she listened.
She thought Ma Xiaolan was absolutely right.
That money should have been theirs to earn.
Ma Xiaolan continued, "If I had it my way, I'd take back the shop directly! Why should that shameless mother and daughter pair benefit?"
On this side,
The two clerks at Beauty Chant were handing out bottles of mineral water to the queued customers.
Suddenly, a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl walked out of the store. She dressed simply in white and black, her hair tied up in a bun, revealing a graceful and elongated swan neck. Despite her plain face, she was stunningly beautiful.
Every smile and every gesture carried an irreproducible ink-like grace and elegance.
Even the bustling noise behind her seemed to turn into her background.