Mr. Qin ran a small company, but the economy hadn't been good in the past few years, and he hadn't made much money. His income was just slightly above that of the average salaryman.
Qin Ruo usually liked to pretend she was the daughter of a wealthy family, but when Shen Weiyi suddenly exposed her use of counterfeit goods, she felt she couldn't save face, and even her voice turned shrill.
Shen Weiyi's gaze then fell on the new dress she bought: "Are you sure you want me to keep going? This dress of yours..."
"My dress is the latest model of the season, it costs more than three thousand yuan, you don't know anything, so don't talk nonsense." Before she could finish, Qin Ruo anxiously interrupted her.
Shen Weiyi's indifferent gaze swept over her face, and she did not continue.
Indeed, the genuine version of that dress did cost more than three thousand yuan, but the one Qin Ruo was wearing was worth no more than five hundred yuan.
Don't ask her how she knew.
