Su Man waved her hand to stop Chu Guihua's good intention.
"I didn't buy it. Those clothes are not for sale at all."
That was the dress Hongxing made for her. She herself was not willing to wear it, so how did Ma Peipei wear it?
Su Man calmed herself down and quickly stepped forward to stop Ma Peipei who was about to enter the cafeteria.
"Where did you get this dress?"
Ma Peipei rolled her eyes in annoyance: "What's it to you? You can't afford it even if I ask."
"Don't even think about asking me to give you clothes. You don't deserve them."
Su Man just found it funny. She hadn't said anything yet, but Ma Peipei was the first to cry thief and catch thief?
"How dare you? You're here showing off in my clothes and you're saying I'm not worthy?"
Ma Peipei had a hard time these days convincing her classmates that her family owns a big company.
It was natural that he couldn't stand being slapped in the face by Su Man in front of so many people.
"It's funny. Even though there are few clothes, they are still available for sale."
"Even if you really have the same clothes, what does it mean?"
"When clothing styles from Hong Kong are passed on, they're quickly copied by garment factories. How can the imitations be the same as the originals?"
"Of course, you're only fit to wear cheap knock-offs."
Jiang Yao also came back to her senses, looked at Su Man, and sneered.
"Could it be that because Pepe looks so good in clothes, you went and bought a few similar cheap ones yourself?"
"Pepe's clothes are from Hong Kong City. Have you heard of Hong Kong City?"
"You country bumpkin, you want to touch Pepe's porcelain?"
Su Man raised her eyebrows and chuckled: "Gangcheng? This dress was not bought in Gangcheng at all. It was made for me by my sister-in-law."
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