Lin Shuya could afford 30,000 yuan, but she was more proud of herself. She wouldn't buy clothes that cost tens of thousands of yuan in front of so many rich wives.
Therefore, Lin Shuya shook her head. "No, I have enough clothes at home. I don't need to buy them yet."
The woman frowned and said suspiciously, "Mrs. Qin, how can a woman complain about having too many clothes? Besides, I rarely see you buying clothes these few months. Didn't you pick out several sets of clothes every time you came to the shop?"
Lin Shuya's lips curled into a smile. Her mind was racing as she was looking for an excuse.
Of course, Lin Shuya wouldn't tell them that she didn't buy clothes because she was short of money.
The woman quickly guessed, "Mrs. Qin, it can't be that your husband didn't give you any money, right?"
Lin Shuya hurriedly denied, "No, he did."
