When Mi Xiaoxi's father was still the mayor, Jiang Yu and his mother encouraged him to hold his thighs first when he was close to the water. But Jiang Yuhe never believed that his classmate Mi Xiaoxi, who lived in a 60-square-meter house and worked in a milk tea shop on Saturdays and Sundays, was a second-generation official who was so simple that even thieves would shun him. The next time they met after five years, it was at the vegetable market outside Jiang Yu and his mother's community. He saw Mi Xiaoxi who was clutching a plastic bag and trying not to spend a dime more...