Qin Xiangmei gritted her teeth, pulled out US$ 50 from her pocket, and sadly handed it to the old man. The old man gave her 12 yuan back and put the US$ 50 into the box. Qin Xiangmei turned green with anger, but helpless, she could only go back holding the 12 yuan. This US$ 50 was her meal money for a whole month, and now more than half of it was gone. How could she not feel pain? Going back to the Siheyuan, she still had to endure Qin Xiangnuan's attitude. Thinking about this made her want to explode inside.
The damned girl, that little wretch, she actually disconnected the phone, just so she couldn't make calls, fine, let them wait and see who will regret and who will admit defeat.
"Xiang Mei, don't you have a house in Capital City?" A classmate suddenly recalled something, chatting with Qin Xiangmei eagerly, "This weekend is Xiao Lin's birthday, can we go to your place?"
Before Qin Xiangmei could speak, another classmate interjected.
