The classroom buzzed with chatter, the voices far from quiet, and further emphasized by the massive figure standing at the front door—his face layered with fat and wearing a blinding smile...
Weng Minhong's mind went "boom," as if struck by lightning, leaving her in a state of blank shock.
"Weng Minhong..." After a moment of astonishment, Zhang Ting turned her head, incredulous, "You... really asked out Jin Dapang?"
Jin Dapang indeed had a fondness for Weng Minhong, and just last month, in an attempt to woo her, he had given her a branded cashmere scarf and a foreign-brand backpack—one costing eighteen thousand and the other thirty thousand, respectively.
Whether his family owned a mine was unknown, but Jin Dapang certainly acted like a nouveau riche, and describing his spending as throwing money around wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Of course, Weng Minhong hadn't accepted his scarf or backpack, and had even sharply rejected him!
