Listening to these martial arts school students and their friends' echoing voices, Qiao Yushu stood beside his uncle, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
He looked at Mu Jinyu and them, his eyes full of disdain and mockery.
'If you're brushed off, then you're brushed off. Why insist on not accepting it? You're all just orphaned illiterate trash, yet you have to break the pot to ask the question until the end!'
'Enjoying this now, aren't you? Wanting to deceive yourselves but can't.'
Cai Zhengyan stood behind Mu Jinyu, listening to the crowd's comments, trembling with anger, her eyes red, tears rolling continuously in her eyes.
She felt full of grievance and helplessness.
Why should orphans and illiterate people be ridiculed by them?
Why is their existence a huge social hazard?!
Why, despite working hard every day without deceit, theft, or robbery, they are ridiculed because of their backgrounds?!
