In Su Mengya's eyes, Chen Feng was a very remarkable person. Unlike other second-generation rich kids—or even self-made tycoons—Chen Feng looked no different from an ordinary person. He was down-to-earth and approachable.
If Chen Feng changed into a set of ordinary clothes, people would probably see him as just another regular citizen.
He was quite different from some first-generation and second-generation rich people.
Especially some rich second-generation kids.
They clearly carried the arrogant attitude that, because their fathers were especially wealthy, they could cause trouble however they pleased.
Even when they went out without bodyguards and were on their own, they still acted incredibly cocky.
They were nothing like how a normal person ought to be, but Chen Feng was different. He seemed very low-key.
Chen Feng seemed very grounded.
If she had not learned about Chen Feng's financial resources, she never would have known he possessed such enormous assets. She would have assumed he merely owned an apartment in the city.
That was impressive enough, but it was only one apartment. Who would have thought Chen Feng already owned dozens of properties?
"You've really stumped me with that question. I don't think I'm any different from ordinary people. I'm an ordinary person myself; I just have a little more money than most.
"And compared to those people at the level of the world's richest, the gap between them and me is even bigger than the gap between me and regular folks."
Chen Feng smiled.
Come to think of it, he really had never paid attention to how much wealth he possessed.
Ever since he got the system, his life had been on easy mode.
From accumulating some assets at the very beginning to later acquiring increasingly substantial wealth.
Chen Feng had reached the point where he had nearly forgotten