Zhang Dan Dan, who had never suffered such grievances, swung her bag back at her. "The police are here, I won't back down. Are you going to watch me go to jail? Isn't this your fault? You insisted on using substandard fabric. Were you scammed and now trying to shift the blame onto us?"
"What are you talking about? I was just trying to make more money. I work so hard to get contracts and ship products, only for you to waste the money I just earned back. If I'd known this would be so useless, I would've handled it myself."
"Stop making sarcastic comments. Without me and my mom, you'd still be stuck at that crappy job with a dead-end salary. You wouldn't have this opportunity to make any money."
Last night, Ye Qing gave Zhang Dan Dan two hundred yuan in cash. Not only did she give all the money away, but she also lost so many clothes. Just like that, all her recent earnings were gone.
