"Oh no! I remember now, your boyfriend is just a security guard, he can't afford it!"
Amid the envious murmurs around her, Chang Jing's heavily made-up face was smug: "It's still better to marry a rich man. You get to wear designer clothes, carry Chanel bags! And you get to ride around in Ferraris, unlike some people, who can only sit on a bicycle and cry."
Seeing that Lu Miaochan was faring worse than herself, she naturally relished the chance to ridicule her, feeling extremely satisfied inside.
Chen Jiajun also felt a sense of superiority: "I know many people from the upper echelons, I can help you find a rich young gentleman, who could turn you from an ugly duckling into a swan in no time, which is certainly better than sticking with a warty toad!"
The two of them had smiles on their faces, complementing each other, but the words they uttered were incredibly offensive.