"Hmm? Young Master Lei is leaving?"
"Yes." Lei Jiaming gazed at the group of people saying goodbye and answered softly, but showed no intention of saying more.
He knew perfectly well that these people were currying favor with him not because he was especially capable. Just as in the past, when he had been wasting his life, there had still been a group of people flattering him—not because they thought themselves qualified to do so. Back then, they had been currying favor with the Lei family behind him. Now, they were currying favor with Lei Xue.
And these people stuck in the mire could never curry favor with anyone truly useful, because they could not even come into contact with such people.
With that thought, Lei Jiaming quickened his pace. He did not want to waste any more time with these fellows, nor did he want to become a bridge for people seeking favors in the future. He had wasted an entire day and so many points, yet still had not bought what he wanted. He really needed to go back and step up his training.
He was about to enlist in the military. If he could improve even a little, he should improve even a little. It was always good to be fully prepared—
At that moment, on the third floor of the villa, someone was watching through the window the group below who wanted to curry favor with Young Master Lei. The sycophantic faces of those self-proclaimed noble members of the art world, who amused themselves with their own pretensions, were now completely exposed.
Xin Ya suddenly felt bored. Little Black had been right. What exactly had she been doing every day with these people?
She was ignoring the proper path.
Reaching level five meant ten times the