"To be able to open such a large KTV on this street, with this kind of decor, Cheng Monitor, your uncle must be worth at least tens of millions, right? Then, Cheng Monitor, your family background must be pretty good too. I usually see you being so low-key, I thought you were like me, living on just twenty or thirty thousand a month, barely getting by here alone."
"That's not the case." Cheng Xia smiled, leading his classmates following his uncle towards the private room, occasionally stealing glances at Gu Yao beside him.
"Ah, Monitor, don't be so modest."
"Yeah, if my family background were that good, I'd be walking sideways at school."
Several classmates were busy with flattery, constantly saying ingratiating words along the way.
"My little Xia, he's just too honest, ah. At school, you all need to take good care of him," said Cheng Xia's uncle, who was at the front, with a smile.
