The Real World 10

Liu Xinhui sneered again, "Yuanyuan, with so much money, why don't you get a car? At such an important moment like the reunion, you actually showed up on a tricycle."

She couldn't even afford a four-wheeled vehicle; she was only fooling herself.

"Everyone shows off differently," Zhang Yuanyuan glanced at her.

"Some people, when they get rich, stay low-key. They like to invest, do something meaningful.

Others get rich and can't wait for the whole world to know it. Throwing on fur coats, hanging huge gold chains around their necks, afraid to miss a chance to flaunt their wealth.

But honestly, the little money she has is just peanuts compared to real tycoons."

Those words were basically a direct jab. Several classmates at the same table giggled quietly under the desk.

Liu Xinhui's face turned green—until she noticed someone behind Zhang Yuanyuan with an even greener expression.