Shi Yu entered Xuan's home with the demeanor of a queen, sitting on that worn-out sofa and pointed at Xuan with her finger.
"Speak up, give me a reason. Xuan, before you betrayed me, I always thought we were friends."
These days, Xuan was also tortured by fear, both physically and mentally exhausted. When Xiaoyu asked, she couldn't help but spill everything.
"Friends? That's what you thought, Shi Yu. You always get everything you want. Living in the residential compound, your family's conditions were already better than mine. You easily had the skirts I wanted but couldn't afford, and you even complained to me about not liking them after giving them to me. I hate your charity. The things you dislike, you always give to me!"
Qiao Zhen couldn't listen any longer. What's this brainless woman babbling about?
