Lin Chen's heart became colder little by little. The coldness and cruelty stemming from the ten years of struggling to survive in the last days are being revived.
At this moment, an arrogant voice came from the side.
"Hey, isn't this Lin Chen, the famous poor guy in our school? Why, he has no money to eat, so he can't default on his debts?"
A young man wearing an Armani suit with slicked hair walked over surrounded by a group of followers. The Patek Philippe watch on his wrist shone dazzlingly in the light.
The visitor was none other than Wang Hao, one of the four rich second generations in the city, and the one Su Qing had always been courting her about.
Seeing Wang Hao, the disgust on Su Qing's face instantly turned into a shy and sweet smile, as if the mean and ruthless woman just now was not her.
"Ah Hao, you're here."
Wang Hao took Su Qing into his arms and glanced at Lin Chen possessively, his eyes full of teasing and pity, as if he was looking at an ant that could be trampled to death at will.
"Baby, why do you mix with this kind of garbage? It's dirtying your eyes." He said, took out the car key from his pocket and waved it in front of Lin Chen, "Did you see it? I just picked up the Ferrari 812 last night. Even if you, Lin Zichen, work all your life, you can't even afford a wheel."
"Let her go!" Lin Chen clenched his fists tightly and dug his nails deeply into his palms. The resentment before death in his previous life and the humiliation after rebirth were intertwined in his chest, almost exploding.
"Let go?" Wang Hao seemed to have heard the funniest joke. He hugged Su Qing, walked to Lin, and looked at him condescendingly, "Why should I listen to you? Who do you think you are? A toad, how dare you miss my swan?"
