"You can't just hate Gu Jiajia because she's good friends with Tang Huai, can you?"
Mrs. Zhang gritted her teeth and said, "It's not just hate, it's loathing! Xiaoqiao, tell me, how can a woman with a child out of wedlock and a bad reputation have such a good man in love with her?"
"Mom, you're just jealous, aren't you?" Xiaoqiao sliced another piece of apple and handed it to Mrs. Zhang.
Mrs. Zhang took it, bit into it, and chewed slowly, "This apple is delicious, let's buy this kind from now on."
"I got it at the big supermarket next to Happiness Hotel, it's expensive, five dollars a pound."
"Five dollars?" Mrs. Zhang's eyes widened, "That's robbery at that price!"
"I didn't want to buy it, but the actress I was with insisted, so I couldn't make myself look so shabby in front of her."
"It's right not to make yourself look shabby, but it's not just about saving money or holding up appearances in front of others—you should find yourself a wealthy man," Mrs. Zhang said.
