When Ye Chen and Ling Lin left Director Lin's office, Ye Chen glanced at Ling Lin and deliberately slowed down, "Your grades have always been very good."
"Why are you hiding yourself?" Ye Chen stopped and looked at Ling Lin.
Ling Lin didn't know how to speak.
Ye Chen took advantage of his free time, folding his hands across his chest, his peach blossom eyes sparkling with curiosity and interest: "I guess it's family reasons."
Ling Lin: "It's none of your business."
"Look at your school uniform, it's really dirty."
Ling Lin:...
"You still stink."
Ling Lin:...
If you say another word, I'll beat you up.
Ye Chen: "Your hair is quite messy too."
Ling Lin, who was still well-educated, couldn't help but get angry at this time, **, her school uniform was washed once a week, left to dry at her aunt's house, and she took a bath once every three days. She had mysophobia and had never suffered from such sins. She stayed out alone for three weeks. She couldn't keep up with her diet. She lost five pounds. Her fleshy face was a little disfigured. Suddenly, she could understand those who hate the rich.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
