Xiang Lan was slightly embarrassed by Shen Meng's gaze, she was afraid that Shen Meng would dislike her, so she withdrew her hands, not daring to push the pearl powder forward anymore, and lowered her head without speaking, her hands constantly rubbing together.
"Xiang Lan, what are you doing? This pearl powder must be expensive, right? Normally you're even reluctant to buy yourself some brown sugar, when there are cracks on your hands and feet, you just smeared them with ashes from the bottom of the pot. What makes you buy such expensive stuff for me today? Are you asking about the job?"
Xiang Lan gave a sheepish smile, then quickly nodded her head.
