Mo Cheng's words were well-founded and delivered with impeccable manners. There wasn't the slightest hint of him deliberately targeting Qin Heng; instead, it all appeared to be a matter of course. Besides, some girls simply looked down on a guy like Qin Heng, who dressed plainly and seemed to come from a modest background. Now, seeing the situation unfold, they couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.
"These days, love without material wealth is just a castle in the air."
"If you're not capable, don't look for a pretty girlfriend; otherwise, you're bound to get cheated on."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a tragedy. A Rolls-Royce versus a bus—who do you think is stronger?"
None of them pointed directly at Qin Heng, but it was clear to everyone that they were talking about him.
Mo Cheng slightly raised his head, his eyes twinkling with mockery as he smiled and said, "Classmate Qin Heng, you wouldn't want to fight with the girls over a seat, would you? That would be quite impolite."
