Coffee shop.
The female senior was still brainwashing Xia Ran and Lu Yao.
"Let me tell you, sis: if a man takes a fancy to you and chases you relentlessly when he has money, that means you're truly outstanding and excellent. He really fell in love with you as a person."
"But if a poor man chases you relentlessly, let me tell you, it's only because he has no other choice and can only settle for you. Understand? So your boyfriend isn't good enough for you."
Her words carried across the shop, and all the other customers and employees heard them.
Everyone thought this opinion was so bizarre it had gone all the way to outer space.
But seeing their flashy clothes and overwhelming numbers, no one dared say it aloud.
Just then, a cold voice rang out in the shop.
"There's one kind of country bumpkin I hate most. Being poor isn't enough for it—it has to be materialistic, too. And being materialistic isn't enough—it has to teach others how to be materialistic, while making it sound so refined and unconventional."
Brilliant!
Everyone in the shop praised the owner of that voice in their hearts.
But the voice continued.
"Why don't you just say that all poor men—including your father, your grandfather, and every male ancestor in your family—should stay single for life, and that they shouldn't have given birth to a country bumpkin like you in the first place? Wouldn't that be simpler? Why say so much? Heh, country bumpkin!"
The boyfriends of the women immediately flew into a rage. One slapped the table and sprang to his feet. "Which loser is sticking his nose into other people's business?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure stopped in front of him. The man was so tall that