Chang Hao said, "You really have no ambition."
Li Qiang, however, was dismissive, "What does ambition matter? Those things are only for you rich people. In this world, if you don't have money, you're nothing!"
Chang Hao could never empathize with Li Qiang.
The two of them belonged to different worlds.
If it weren't for university, they probably would never have spoken as equals.
But Li Qiang had seen too much.
Three months had passed since the semester started, and Li Qiang had been doing a part-time job at a wedding company. He had clearly seen the gap between the rich and the poor. Initially, when he started pursuing Lu Lin, he thought she was of the same class as him because she smoked and seemed to have little money.
So at that time, Li Qiang had the nerve to pester her relentlessly.
But one day, when he returned with his part-time job friends, he saw Lu Lin riding a motorcycle.
She wasn't riding fast, but she wore tight clothes and her long hair flowed behind her.
