This neighborhood is obviously a rich area—and not just your regular rich. These big villas with tall courtyard walls, all about privacy, are something your average middle-class street just doesn't have.
Murray might be a trust-fund kid, but he's still Angie's classmate at school.
A girl like Angie, daughter of a bottom-tier Asian Chinese-restaurant owner—what kind of decent school could she possibly go to?
If Murray goes to the same school as Angie, then sure, his family has money, but how rich can they really be? How could they possibly afford property in a neighborhood like this?
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Even though it was a bit far, and there was the living room's floor-to-ceiling window between them,
Chen Yan's Extraordinary hearing still let him pick up the soft murmur of conversation coming from inside.
The guy in pajamas looked a bit pissed, chewing Murray out.
"Murray, the girl you brought this time is low quality. Worse than last time. You keep getting more useless every time."
