Xiaofeng listened to Yang Zhenye's words and roughly guessed something—this Mi Xue and Yang Zhenye were probably more than just acquaintances.
She understood, and Wu Yifan would definitely be able to see it too.
Her gaze turned to Wu Yifan, who, upon hearing Yang Zhenye's words, was completely unmoved, "I knew of Mi Xue's family background when we were in school."
"Wu Yifan, are you regretting it now? If you had stayed in Haicheng, you might not have fallen seriously ill, and you could be working in some government office, drinking tea, living that kind of life. Have you ever thought about it?" Mi Xue's shrill voice rang out.
Joining a government office, having a respectable job, working while drinking tea—such a life is the dream of many people.
