"Hmm."
Yue Sijing nodded lightly, seemingly not wanting to say more.
"We all saw it upstairs; the car he drives seems pretty average, almost like the Jetta your dad drove over a decade ago. Is his family's financial situation quite ordinary?"
"Does driving a Jetta prove an average family background?" Yue Sijing said:
"His family's condition is better than anyone you've ever met; you can't judge him by the car he drives."
"Don't let him fool you, men love cars; if someone has money, they buy a nice car. He probably can't afford one." Yue Sijing's aunt said:
"I'm telling you, don't be deceived by a man's sweet talk—good looks can't be eaten, better to find someone like your cousin did, with good family conditions, or you'll suffer for a lifetime."
"Hmm."
Not wanting to talk much with her, Yue Sijing casually responded and then carried her things back to her room.
After locking the door, Yue Sijing laid out the things she bought on the bed.
