Lin Yan found a quiet corner and waited for Lu Chenyuan.
Among these people, she knew that picking anyone at random would reveal Lu Chenyuan's identity.
Those damned small commodities wholesale, she thought, watching Xi Murong's mocking face as she mentioned it, clear that she was the butt of the joke.
She didn't want to keep digging and asking questions, who Lu Chenyuan was didn't matter in the end.
She felt at least fortunate that some girls fell in love, head over heels for fake tycoons.
The houses were rented, cars borrowed, even the bank account balances were Photoshopped, ending up deceived by scumbags both financially and emotionally, tearfully going to journalists and the police to recover their money.
Encountering someone pretending to be poor, that rarity had happened to her, like unwrapping a limited edition from a mystery box, paying the same price nonetheless.
"A worthless sister?" a young voice came crashing down from above.
