At his side, Ge Jingcheng's friend Song Wei saw that Ge Jingcheng kept staring at Cheng Weiyue, and with a "tsk," he muttered in a tone that was both mocking and smiling, "Cheng, no offense, but this kind of girl who shuns the poor and loves the rich, no matter how pretty she is, it's pointless!"
That's how the world is, once they see someone who used to stand high above get stained, they all scramble to step on them a few times as if by doing so they could appear righteous and unyielding.
The better Cheng Weiyue's image was in her classmates' eyes on a daily basis, the more damaging this bucket of dirty water would be.
Hearing Song Wei's words, a struggle passed across Ge Jingcheng's eyes, and his handsome face twisted slightly, "Don't talk nonsense..."
