"Xiaoyan, you've found yourself a decent boyfriend."
"Not bad, he even carries an Audi key."
Many girls praised her, which made Yang Xiaoyan very proud, and she said with a shy yet proud smile, "Not really, he's just okay. Pretty average."
After all, having just entered university, few could cling to wealthy households. Within the university, the girls were generally modest, and most importantly, even if there were rich young masters, average girls couldn't catch their eyes, or weren't noticed by them. Among the girls in Chen Zihan's class, aside from three or four who were exceptionally attractive, most were ordinary looking, some not only with common features but also with a sharp and bitter edge.
Yang Xiaoyan's smile widened at the corners of her mouth, her face beaming with pride.
An entry-level Audi sedan was certainly enough to show off in front of a bunch of college students. After all, the brand's logo was four linked circles—an incredible, enviable symbol.
