The Poison of a Petty Friend

Summary

On the eve of Mother's Day, my best friend, Chloe, suddenly sent me a group-buying link for flowers.

"Mia, Mia, group-buying flowers is such a good deal! Please, please split it with me!"

Her tone was playful and cute, as always.

But I had already refused her three times.

Yet she asked for the fourth time.

The anger in my heart was hard to suppress, and my tone of refusal wasn't very pleasant.

"My mother passed away less than a week ago. Do you think I need this?"

"But... you can buy them for yourself."

This time, she sent a voice message.