Clothes Are Costly in the Capital

Yan Han asked Xia Wan, "Wanwan, what's going on? Did you really go to the capital for Chen Mo?"

Xia Wan felt helpless and quickly explained, "Mom, believe me. I'm really not being emotional.

"Let's put it this way. The clothes that I spent the same amount of time and effort to make can only be sold for more than 100 yuan in our county. But if I go to the capital to sell them, I can sell them for more than 500 yuan, or even 1000 yuan."

Xia Wan's words dumbfounded Yan Han.

She looked at Xia Wan in shock. "A piece of clothing can be sold for 1000 yuan? What kind of shocking price is this? When your dad was working, his monthly salary was only 300 yuan."

Xia Chen was also in disbelief. "Wanwan, don't lie to your family just to go to the capital."

Xia Hai knew that he had no status at home, so he sat quietly and listened.

Xia Feng, on the other hand, was staring at Xia Wan. No matter what his sister said, he would trust her unconditionally.