"A driver, huh. Tsk tsk tsk. Xiaoyu, I'm not trying to criticize you, but you're so beautiful, almost as beautiful as me. How could you marry a driver? Isn't that a waste?"
"Look at me, although I'm only a little bit prettier than you, the man I married is way better than yours."
"Of course, my husband is just so-so. He works for someone else too; he just has a better job, earning five or six million a year. But that's still better than marrying a driver, right?"
This Han Fei, with a face full of makeup and a superior attitude, kept criticizing Qiu Qianyu non-stop as if she was born to be above others.
Just then, an elderly woman walked over, Han Fei's mother.
"Xiaofei, who are you talking to? You actually know someone in a place full of lowly people like this?"
Han Fei's mother spoke even more harshly, her voice filled with arrogance from the start.
