Their laughter rang out across the table, loud and grating, with no attempt to hide it.
Yue Xiaofei's expression remained calm. He had expected exactly this reaction.
To two people who valued money and status above everything else, his circumstances placed him squarely at the bottom of their social hierarchy.
"Surely you at least have a car and a house?"
Clinging to one last shred of hope—or perhaps just wanting to humiliate Yue Xiaofei more thoroughly—Louis pressed on. "What do you drive? Which ring road is your place inside?"
"No car, no house."
Yue Xiaofei's answer was crisp. "I just arrived in Longdu. For now, I'm staying with my godmother."
"Godmother?"
Bai Xinxin seized on the word and immediately asked, "Who's your godmother?"
"Jiang Lan."
"Oh, Uncle Su's wife."
Bai Xinxin repeated the name, then seemed to remember something. Her face grew even more disdainful.
"So after all that, you're just a penniless freeloader!"
She said it loudly and clearly, as though afraid the people around them might not hear.
By now, this so-called vetting had turned entirely into a one-sided mockery session.
Bai Xinxin and Louis seemed to have finally found an outlet. They poured every ounce of their superiority into the cruelest words they could aim at Yue Xiaofei.
Bai Xinxin held up a dainty hand and spoke down to him like an elder lecturing a child:
"I honestly think Uncle Su was irresponsible, introducing me to just anyone. Let me make my standards for a partner perfectly clear."
She raised a finger and waved it in front of Yue Xiaofei.
"An annual salary of ten million is only the bare minimum."
"You must own a flat of at least three hundred square meters inside Longdu's Second Ring Road."
"And your car must cost at least two million."