Song Yu was looking at that pile of clothes, her heart bleeding.

  Luoyao raised her teacup elegantly and sneered, "What? Can't afford to buy it? Who said that just now? Whoever I set my eyes on must be mine. That pile of goods I've taken a liking to, can you get them for me? If not, then don't learn from others and brag in the future. It's easy to talk big, but hard to swallow one's pride. Only you, Second Miss Song of the capital, would dare to do something like this."

  The shopkeeper looked at Luo Yao with admiration and respect.

  He was worried that Miss Song would return the goods and he would have worked in vain?

  Unexpectedly, the young lady spoke up, it was as if she was helping him!

  The shopkeeper looked at Luo Yao with even more admiration and respect, as if he wanted to worship her like the Bodhisattva of Mercy.

  "Who says we can't afford it?" Yang Xiaozhu fearlessly assisted, generously waving her hand, "Yuru! Pay the bill, buy it for her to see."

  "Hmm!" Luo Yao put down the cup in her hand and said to Xiao Hei and Xiao Yue, "Still, this young lady took the lead and made a heroic sacrifice. Since she boasted about it, even if there's a pile of shit in front of her, she has to swallow it. Otherwise, wouldn't she be slapping herself in the face?"

  Song Yu was hesitant for a second, and then suddenly stood up, staring fiercely at Luo Yao, took out a card from her bag and handed it to the cashier.

  "Pay up!" he shouted exaggeratedly.

  Yang Xiaozhu and Bai Susu smiled with a mocking expression, with their heads held high.

  The cashier is a person who has already entered all the items into the computer and calculated the bill long ago.

  Took the card and started swiping, after swiping, found out the balance was insufficient.

  He politely returned the card to Song Yuru.

  "Miss Song! Sorry. Your total consumption this time is 98,883,460 yuan. You only have 58 million in your card, and you are short of 40,808,340 yuan. Would you like to pay it off at once or pay by installments?"

  "Pfft!" As soon as the salesperson finished speaking, Luo Yao burst out laughing, laughing without any restraint or reserve. "Hahahaha! Hahahaha! So it's true that you can't afford to pay! Looks like Miss Song will have to bear the pain and give up some clothes! It's not embarrassing at all to slap your own face, as long as I'm kind enough not to spread it around, no one will know that the second miss of the Song family is a fake rich girl who slaps her own face!"

  "Slap!" Bai Susu took out a card from her pocket and handed it to the salesperson, but her eyes were fixed on Luo Yao like an owl's, "It's just over 4 million, right? Yu Ru! Don't worry, I'll lend it to you."

  "Right." Yang Xiaozhu also drummed up support, "Not enough, I have more here."

  "After the horse has been stolen, the stable door is closed." Luo Yao glanced at Yang Xiaozhu, "You have money to lend to others, why don't you buy it yourself? What kind of hero are you pretending to be? Why weren't you so generous just now?"

  "I've always been very generous." Yang Xiaozhu clenched her fists and glared at Luo Yao, wishing she could rush over and pinch her to death.

  "Is it?" Luo Yao wasn't afraid of her threat at all, with a tone of suspicion obvious, "How can I not believe that?"

  "It's none of your business." Yang Xiaozhu shouted at Luo Yao rudely.

  The roar had not stopped yet, and Xiao Hei had already slapped her face with a palm, instantly leaving five blood-red fingerprints.

  "Who are you talking to?" Xiao He's eyes narrowed, cracking his knuckles with a loud "crack", "Our young mistress has a good temper and doesn't bother with you, but that doesn't mean you have the right to yell at her. Want me to rip your mouth apart?"

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