The next day, Susan eagerly asked Xia Zhiyun out again.
Xia Zhiyun had cried all night, and she looked completely listless, "I'm really sorry, I can't help you with this, because there are also some issues with my dad's company recently."
It was almost a split-second event; Susan's face instantly fell.
She replied in a dissatisfied tone, "What issues? I think you just don't want to help me, right?"
Xia Zhiyun was too weak to defend herself, "It's really not that, I really want to help you, but... how about this, I still have some savings here, and a lot of brand-name bags, don't you also have many? Let's sell them together, every bit counts."
"Alright, stop with the false pretenses, you just don't want to help me. They say you see true friendship in difficult times, and it seems our friendship is just like this." Saying this, Susan stood up, grabbed her newly purchased Chanel bag, and turned to leave directly.
Watching her friend like this, Xia Zhiyun sighed.
