"He's my sugar baby," Xuemei giggled. "What do you think, Long Yun? Not bad, right? It only takes 500,000 yuan a year to keep this pretty boy, very worthwhile, don't you think?"
Long Yun was disgusted to hear that Zhu Xuemei was keeping a gigolo.
Back in high school, Zhu Xuemei wasn't pretty, but she always tried to outshine her, which only made her a laughingstock.
Therefore, Zhu Xuemei appeared to be amicable with her but was constantly competitive.
Long Yun was in high spirits today and didn't pay much mind to Zhu Xuemei, even greeting her warmly.
But learning that Zhu Xuemei was supporting a fourteen-years-old boy toy, she didn't feel like talking to her anymore.
"Let's go, Huasong," Long Yun tugged lightly on Mo Huasong's clothes, indicating that she wanted to leave.
Zhu Xuemei's eyes lit up when she noticed Mo Huasong ahead.
She didn't expect Yong Yun to have a man even more handsome than her own boy toy and was jealous.
