Chapter Seven Hundred and Fifty-Three
Although stories about university graduates returning home to raise pigs or grow greenhouse vegetables to become rich often appear in the news,
it's precisely because it's rare that it draws attention.
Bai Xuehen is the school beauty of Sichuan Conservatory of Music, a multiple provincial and municipal music award winner, exceptionally talented. She's destined not only to become a renowned musician but at least an outstanding instrumentalist, engaged in such an elegant profession.
To be associated with a farmer who raises pigs and grows vegetables.
No matter how you think about it, it feels awkward.
A flash of disdain crossed Yue Rong's face as she said lightly, "So he's a farmer."
Hearing the overt mockery in Yue Rong's tone, Long Xiaoshan remained impassive as a stone Buddha, his expression unfluctuating. However, a barely detectable frown crossed Bai Xuehen's brows. She was usually placid and seldom angry.
