The more Han Ziyan thought about it, the more she felt it was unfair. When she returned home, she was sure that she could easily swindle some money from her mother, but now she realised that nothing seemed to be going her way. Forget about getting twenty-five thousand yuan with the current situation; she might not even get a set of clothes for herself.
She stomped her feet and said to her mother angrily, "Mom, you know that I work in the army canteen, how can I be dressed in such a manner? This is too much. This time around, I will not give my clothes to Han Ruochen. You might as well forget about asking me to take something good out." Han Ziyan did not care that she was being obstinate or stubborn. All she knew was that Han Ruochen had refused to take out the money that should have ultimately belonged to her.
Since that was the case, she was not going to take any dresses out for Han Ruochen either. She had to suffer with her!
