With a sly expression like that of a fox, Xia Tian's demeanor suddenly changed and he asked, "Oh, then do tell me, what differences do you see between the born rich and the poor folks?" His tone was dripping with sarcasm.
Su Yanling blinked in confusion, unable to understand why Xia Tian was questioning the obvious.
"What difference? Are you kidding me? The born rich are born with a silver spoon in their mouth, while the poor folks struggle to make ends meet!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation.
Xia Tian couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. This wasn't just her who thought like that. The children of the rich are at an unfair advantage...is it?
"What do you think when you see a second-generation rich person? Do you feel hatred or jealousy?" he asked nonchalantly.
