The angry young man seemed to suddenly find a kindred spirit, and his words became even more extreme.
"Yeah, yeah, I know a lot of girls like that around me. They're always thinking about clinging to a rich man."
The two chatted excitedly, not noticing that a man not far away was staring at them with eyes that could kill.
Originally, when Gao Han heard those people talking about how his little wife got her job through backdoor connections, he had been holding it in. He didn't want to bring any trouble to his little wife, but as those few people talked more and more outrageously, his anger swelled like the tide, impossible to suppress.
"But clinging to a rich man also requires some capital, right? I don't understand, do men nowadays all like eating bean sprouts? That woman just now, with a figure as flat as a washboard, and there are still people who like her?"