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Wen Huihui had no choice but to bite the bullet and enter the qipao shop. She picked up a random qipao and realized that it cost 100 yuan. Her mother only gave her five Yuan a month for living expenses. Even if she didn't eat or drink, it would take her two years to sell such a qipao.

Song ran had really pushed her into a corner. One day, she would step on that b * tch's head and let her have a taste of what it was like to be forced.

Across the street, song ran was picking out her bread while observing Wen Huihui who was at the qipao shop across the road.

After a while, Wen Huihui came out, got on the bus, and left with a dejected face.

Song ran lowered her head and smiled disdainfully.'I'll have to think about the qipao in the future. I'll make Wen Huihui lose this money no matter what.'