"Pfft, what a bumpkin, no young person nowadays plays with those outdated things anymore," scoffed a friend of Nangong Xueer.
Ye Wudao just smiled and didn't retort. The lives of these wealthy young ladies and gentlemen were far too distant from his own, and there was nothing about their lives that Ye Wudao envied.
Ye Wudao might have been there, but he still couldn't blend in with these rich sons and daughters. He wasn't interested in the things they enjoyed.
In the midst of all the noise and revelry, they seemed to be having a blast, while Ye Wudao was fiddling with some straws from the nightclub's cocktails, crafting something mysteriously?
Ye Wudao really didn't know what birthday gift to give to Nangong Xueer. Giving expensive gifts was out of the question, as he couldn't afford them, and Nangong Xueer wouldn't care for them anyway—her house was already filled with limited edition designer bags from around the world, not to mention all kinds of precious jewelry.
