Everyone looked at Yang Fei in disbelief, their gazes filled with the superiority and disdain that upper-class people hold toward those beneath them.
Liang Jiayi was flustered, her face flushed with intense guilt.
She understood all too well the nature of the friends around her.
Conceited, elitist, snobbish, and vulgar—it was a flaw common to almost everyone.
Yang Fei's status had doomed him from ever being a part of this circle.
These nobles would absolutely never accept him.
Such were the iron-clad, unspoken rules of these circles.
Yang Fei gazed leisurely at Fang Tang, facing the disdainful looks from everyone.
He was not the least bit uneasy or humble; instead, he merely smiled as usual.
Yang Fei narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly, "Secretary Fang, it seems in your heart, a person's status and identity can indeed be measured by money."
"Then, Secretary Fang, how much is your monthly salary?"
