"I can't be bothered to argue with you dead poor ghosts!" the middle-aged woman snorted angrily, also feeling quite humiliated.
"You have money? If you were rich, would you need to eat here?" Hao Jian sneered.
"Exactly, stop fronting!" At this point, some of the onlooking crowd couldn't stand it and chimed in, questioning whether the middle-aged woman really had money; otherwise, why would she be eating fast food here like them?
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman instantly exploded like a lit keg of gunpowder, cursing, "You don't know shit! This gold chain alone costs tens of thousands, not to mention the bracelet and earrings. The whole set of jewelry is worth over a hundred thousand. Do you dead poor ghosts have any right to compare yourselves to me?"