Xiaoli held the thirty yuan in her hand, looking as smug as a little rich woman, as if she was going to buy out the entire market, which made Lanxiang shake her head.
"Xiaoli, why did you bring so much money out here? Why are you so generous? Can't you save some of your money?"
Xiaoli was shopping in front, while Lanxiang followed behind like a monk chanting sutras.
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