Feng Wanrou looked at her in disbelief, "Five hundred yuan? You..."
Before she could finish, she noticed Wen Xuan gave her a nudge, leaving Feng Wanrou puzzled.
Wen Xuan quickly took out five hundred yuan: "Thank you, Sister Qingzhu. Without you, we would definitely have looked bad at the wedding."
"No problem." Bai Qingzhu didn't mind at all.
As the two walked out, Feng Wanrou was still grumbling: "What's this about? Xuanxuan, it's just two bottles of ointment, why is it worth five hundred? Two hundred and fifty per bottle, is she insulting us?"
Wen Xuan quickly soothed her: "Rourou, didn't she say before she didn't need our money, but you insisted on paying, so she just took it symbolically."
"Symbolically?" Feng Wanrou looked at him incredulously: "Five hundred yuan, and you call that symbolic?"
"That's not expensive, you know what kind of rates Bai Qingzhu usually charges. Even if she asked for tens of thousands of yuan, it would be normal."
