Song Qianqian came with Zhao Lanxi.

Neither of them looked well, and they seemed to be arguing. Seeing Jiang Yue and Yao Hua, Zhao Lanxi became even angrier, and she pushed Song Qianqian aside and rushed over.

"Jiang Yue, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"I thought you were genuinely trying to help us, but I never expected you were deliberately setting a trap for us."

You told us to take those clothes to the market to sell, but you didn't tell us that we wouldn't make any money selling clothes there.

Jiang Yue is truly hateful.

They went to every market to sell clothes until yesterday, when they finally sold them all. But when they calculated it out, they hadn't made any money at all; the money they earned from selling the clothes was only enough to pay the workers' wages.

The money she used to pay for her exam today was temporarily asked from Pei Hengzhi.

"Zhao Lanxi, I told you long ago that if you have brain problems, you should go to the hospital to get it checked out, otherwise you'll really become brain-damaged."

Jiang Yue rolled her eyes speechlessly. "The day you came to me, when I told you to go to the market to sell clothes, did I tell you that the people at the market have a lower level of spending than those in department stores?"

"You might have to lower the price of your clothes."

"Besides, when you went to the market to sell clothes, you should have known from the first day that the prices wouldn't be high. If you thought you wouldn't make any money, you could have chosen not to sell them. Nobody forced you."

Now that you've sold the clothes, you're coming to me yelling that you think they were too cheap. Who do you think I am? What business is it of mine if you lose money?