"Free of charge, free of charge!"
Xi Meina said as she casually picked out a tight little black dress from the clothing rack and held it up in front of Sang Ning for comparison.
Xi Meina wasn't pleased with the little black dress—too conservative. Nope, not gonna work!
She put the black dress back and continued picking through the row of clothes, searching for something that caught her eye.
As she browsed, she said, "These clothes are all part of my personal stash here. Just pick one you like for tonight. Don't talk to me about money; talking about money ruins friendships."
Sang Ning was stunned by Xi Meina's opulence. Just how rich was this second-generation heiress hiding by her side?
The row of clothes hung crowded together, a whopping forty or fifty pieces at least.
Sang Ning might not recognize the brands, but just by feeling the fabric, she could tell these clothes were far from cheap.
Sang Ning couldn't identify them, but Wen Jiu could.
