It seemed like there was a hint of disdain.
And contempt.
Is this it?
She still looked beautiful and patient.
Yet, although they were in the same world, they were speaking of two different worlds.
Deng Yuan knew that expression, the silence in her eyes was actually a sneer.
He also knew that condescending attitude that couldn't be hidden from his sight.
Because he had once been the same way, just like when he first realized his roommates were inexperienced.
The ridiculous and uncontrollable conceit followed him like a shadow, that sense of superiority could never be spoken aloud; in the end, it was only the silent mockery in the eyes that remained.
She looked at Deng Yuan until she could no longer hold back and gave a wry smile.
"Deng Yuan, you really compare yourself to him? How can you compare?"
"Why can't I compare? He's a foreigner, I'm a local, he drives a golf, I drive a Porsche, I also have a coffee shop, doesn't he just have a studio more than I do?"
