Speaking of the woman's plight, Ling Qingyu remembered a young man, who was being puaaed by his crush and jumped down from the building when he discovered the lady he fawned upon merely regarded him as a cash printer.
The world of gold-diggers committing tragedies caused Ling Qingyu to shake her head. Though the two situations were different in a way—one ran after scamming the money while the other exploited the young teenager's blind love to enrich herself—where the former constituted a crime and the latter raised immoral acts, Ling Qingyu didn't bother to differentiate.
Both were absolutely disgusting gold-diggers; well, a level below what many would usually regard as because their acts were taking lives.
Somehow, a blunder came straight into her mind. What if these scums grouped together to form a gold-digging industry to target poor people, not the rich ones since they couldn't afford to offend the powerful?
