Song Zhi shot a glare at Xia Wan. "Xia Wan, this is your fault. Your family's clothing business isn't doing well. Instead of picking fights with your classmates, you should focus on finding a solution."
"I'm extending a friendly invitation for a shopping trip. Perhaps exploring clothes from different shops will broaden your horizons."
"But let's be honest, your shop can't afford to rent such a spacious place, and in terms of clothing quality, it can't compete with others."
"Who's the mysterious boss behind your shop? Why have they never shown themselves? Could it be the boy who picked you up from school earlier?"
Xia Wan was taken aback. She set her book down and gazed at Song Zhi with irritation. "If you're genuinely concerned about our business, you're welcome to visit our store and buy clothes. If it's not within your budget, there's no need to gossip here."