Poverty

Qu Jianlei could not even be bothered to answer the middle-aged man's question.

He had already made himself very clear. If someone was determined to ram their head into a wall, that was none of his business.

Seeing that he remained silent, the middle-aged man lost his temper instead.

Thinking of that person's rumored disposition, he was unwilling to take the risk either—the key point was that it truly had nothing to do with him.

So he raised a hand, pulled the chair from the reception desk over, and sat down.

Then he turned to glance at Tian Yin. "Which graduating class are you from?"

"I only graduated not long ago," Tian Yin answered vaguely. "I'm just a nobody, sir. There's no need for you to ask."

"You're no nobody," the middle-aged man said meaningfully.

He could not see through her cultivation, so someone must have deliberately concealed it.

But clearly, being able to stay with two Supremes like these already made her extraordinary in terms of luck alone.

And he had heard what she said just now—back when she was in school, she had probably been as freakishly gifted as Mu Yu! "I'm just a nobody," Tian Yin said with a self-mocking smile.

If she had not picked the wrong target when snatching that bag, she might very well have ended up dead in a ditch by now. There had once been a time when she thought she was the center of the world and everyone else had to revolve around her.

But what had happened to Uncle's family had dealt her a crushing blow—even a baron could end up like that, so how much stronger could she be? And Hongjingtian's group's reaction had proved the point as well: in the eyes of those with real strength, a Light