People inevitably compared themselves with others.
Even people living in the same residential complex secretly compared whose home was bigger, had a better layout, or was better decorated.
They compared whose car cost more, whose husband earned more, and whose wife was prettier, had a better figure, or was sexier.
Having been neighbors for decades, Ma Guobao and Qiao Bin naturally couldn't avoid comparing themselves with each other either.
In the past, Ma Mengjiao would have let her father finish showing off in front of the neighbors and made sure he felt thoroughly satisfied.
But today...
With that Yangwang U8 next door, forget it!
If they kept showing off now, they would just look like fucking idiots!
"You brat, didn't I tell you..."
"Dad! Stop talking! Let's go upstairs!"
"What are you standing around for? Are you expecting my dad to carry it?"
Before Ma Guobao could finish, Ma Mengjiao interrupted him, then snapped at Quan Shitao, who was standing beside them.
Ma Guobao still had no idea what had happened and asked in bewilderment:
"What's wrong, Jiaojiao? Quan bought your dad Moutai and cigarettes. Be a little nicer to him."
"I told you to stop talking, but you're still going! You're driving me mad!"
"Let's go, Mom. Let those two take their time carrying everything! Haven't we embarrassed ourselves enough out here?"
Ma Mengjiao spoke in annoyance, took her mother Xu Fengfeng's hand, and stormed toward the building entrance.
"..."
Ma Mengjiao's unusual behavior left everyone around them bewildered.
Even Lin Guoxia and Qiao Bin were puzzled.
Old Ma's daughter's boyfriend had come over for a meal, bringing Moutai and expensive cigarettes, yet he couldn't even get a pleasant look from her.
"Ahem... Let's go, Uncle. Mengmeng might be in a bad mood today."
Quan Shitao offered an awkward