In the end, Xin Huohuo's savings still took a crippling blow.
After all, a place like Xuanyuan Gulun was far too exclusive. Its patrons were either fabulously wealthy or of noble birth. She could pass for a member, but her usual clothes were the kind of cheap stuff sold at street stalls, utterly unpresentable. Here, even the cleaning ladies probably dressed better than her, right?
"Besides, you're buying this stuff to use for yourself. You've lived this long and never splurged, have you? What if you suddenly died? Think of the regret!" the silver-tongued Bai Qi wheedled. "It's not like you do this all the time. Everyone needs to indulge once in a while."
'Are these words a god should be saying?!'
"I hear designer bags even hold their value," Mr. Hei added, delivering the final, critical blow as was his habit.
