Feng Min hurriedly walked out, only to run into Zhang Yu and her group at the store entrance.
Seeing the large shopping bags in their hands, with recognizable logos on them, even without knowing what they bought, it was clear they had spent quite a bit of money.
Her face instantly turned pale—dreaded thoughts raced through her mind—how long had Zhang Yu's group been standing there, listening to her troubles and watching her embarrassment?
"Does seeing me down and out make you happy?" Feng Min snarled as she stared at Zhang Yu's group.
Everyone knew Feng Min's life wasn't easy—when life doesn't treat you well, aging comes fast.
But what shocked Zhang Yu was seeing just how much she had aged—it was truly startling.
Back in the day, Feng Min used to be an elegant middle-aged woman, but now? She seemed like a worn-out middle-aged housewife, someone who neither had the time nor the money to care for herself.
