Fu Shilv's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but to Yan Xiangzhi's ears, it sounded like a drum beating loudly.
No one understood how awkward her situation was.
Surrounded by a group of wealthy ladies, buying a bag might mean nothing to them, but if the burden of hundreds of thousands fell on Yan Xiangzhi, she might have to work for years just to pay off this debt.
The female client noticed it was Fu Shilv speaking and naturally didn't say anything further.
"Since Mr. Fu has said so, let's drop it."
Fu Shilv bent down to pick up the bag; it had just a little bit of wine stains on it. It wasn't noticeable and could probably be wiped clean with a wet tissue easily.
"This bag is precious, hold it well. I have a nice suggestion, next time you might want to put it in a bag before you go out."
After all, swapping a disposable bag isn't troublesome, and there's no worry if it gets dirtied.
These words carried a bit of a mocking tone.