"Wen Jiang."
Guan Xixi clenched her palm, a hint of disbelief shining in her eyes. "Is it really you? You... how did you become like this?"
She was staring at the black coat Wen Jiang wore, a brand she recognized—one that retailed for tens of thousands.
In this world, due to the progress of civilization and the influence of cards, intellectual property rights were taken very seriously. Knock-offs were hardly spoken of, so a garment bearing that brand was naturally authentic.
But previously, Wen Jiang had only ever been seen in school uniforms, never in casual clothes. Not everyone knew just how poor Wen Jiang was, but Guan Xixi did.
How could she afford such clothes?
"Become what?" Wen Jiang tilted her head, seemingly amused. "My face hasn't changed, I haven't gained or lost weight, and you can't recognize me? If your eyesight is that bad, you should go to the hospital. I'm not a doctor; I can't cure you."
Now, Wen Jiang's words dripped with sarcasm.
