Chapter 30
"You consider them friends, but do they consider you a friend?"
Jiang Moxi gave Ling Hua a quick glance, her gaze sharpening significantly.
Although she didn’t have many friends, she knew well that friendship required mutual effort to be meaningful.
But for Ling Hua, it was all about giving to those people.
And those people didn’t seem very grateful.
Clearly, Ling Hua understood this too, thus her head drooped down instantly.
"I know they don’t treat me as a friend."
They would invite her out because she always generously picked up the tab.
Even with Lolita skirts, they would make her wear the oldest-looking black ones and apply the thickest and strangest makeup to highlight their own liveliness and cuteness.
They didn’t treat her as a friend; rather, they treated her like an ATM or a tool.