Song Yaoyao was very angry, but even when angry she's quite cute, she's the typical girl-next-door type, with a helpless demeanor when feeling weak.
So pitiful.
"You, you're still a bit impatient, but it seems like you can't return this outfit?"
"Hmm... this outfit has red wine stains on it, definitely can't return it, I don't know how much I'll have to pay."
Almost crying, truly inexperienced yet loves to pretend.
"No worries, I have a similar dress at my place, left by that wealthy woman last time, I'll give it to you someday."
"Uncle, you're awesome..."
Song Yaoyao didn't refuse, she really needed help from the Jianghu now, most fake socialites have some tricks up their sleeves.
If they can't charm the high-end ones, they'll look for ordinary men inveigled by their beauty.
Using these ordinary men's bank cards to foot their bills.
Song Yaoyao just wants to make a big gamble relying on her virginity that's been preserved for over twenty years.