'How could he be with this plainly dressed girl who looks like she's from the countryside?'
Unfazed, Song Qingya calmly said to Fei Jin, "Yes, I was trying to buy something, but they simply refuse to sell to me."
Fei Jin's brow furrowed. He asked gravely, "What's going on?"
"Who said they wouldn't sell?"
Luo Fuman, who was carrying some sugar, heard this and was about to explode, his cheeks puffing out in anger.
"These are state-allocated goods! As long as you have the money and the ration tickets, anyone can buy them! This isn't a place where we care about social status. You can't just change the rules because you look down on someone!"
His gaze quickly swept across the room.
It landed on Xiao Chen, who had a guilty expression and shifty eyes.
Luo Fuman immediately understood what was going on, and a cold sneer touched his lips.
"Xiao Chen, is this your doing again? Last time, you got into an argument with an old lady over some eggs. What is it this time?"
