Working-Class Boyfriend is a Big Shot

My working-class boyfriend always squeezed into a rented room with me, eating instant noodles and drinking soup rice. I always thought he was very poor.



Until one day, he stopped in front of me driving an extremely flashy Rolls-Royce vintage car.



And on the driver's license, the vehicle owner—Ryan Grant.



"Honey, I really need to explain this to you."