Jian Yanyan heard this and gave a cold laugh, "What's wrong with being a servant? Aren't servants human too? They're just poor, who the hell would want to be a servant if they were rich?"
"Well, who can they blame, they're poor for a reason." Su Junhao chuckled lightly, a heavy sense of superiority in his smile.
Jian Yanyan furrowed her brow, "I don't have money either. If you look down on them so much, don't talk to me. To someone like you, everyone just deserves to be trampled underfoot. My family is probably even poorer than theirs."
After saying that, Jian Yanyan shook off Su Junhao's hand holding hers and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" he asked from behind her.
"Home."
"You haven't taken your bag yet." Su Junhao didn't stop her, just remarked lightly.
Jian Yanyan paused, realizing her bag was indeed still in his room.
So she turned back, intending to call him, but in the end, she didn't and walked straight inside.
