Wang Xue's face stiffened, probably still in shock.
Mo Pianpian quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe the wine stain off her clothes: "Oh, Sister Wang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Wang Xue was angry inside, but she had to hold it in; that girl definitely did it on purpose.
Forcing a smile, she accepted the tissue: "It's okay... I know you didn't mean it."
"But Sister Wang, your sweater probably can't be worn anymore. How about I get you a new one? How much did this cost you?"
Yun Ya struggled to stifle her laughter; this girl was even craftier than Yan Xing. Her words left Wang Xue speechless, wishing she could disappear into the ground.
Wang Xue came from a poor background, relying on scholarships for tuition and living expenses all her life. Already living with a tightened belt, clothes were not her priority; the sweater she was wearing was bought during a sale, worth less than a piece of tissue here. How could she possibly admit that?
