The entire Cold Moon Building fell into silence the moment the blond boy's voice landed.
Jiang Qingyan took a sharp breath: "He… is he crazy? That's Yu Ruohuan we're talking about."
The Yu family's power and status—what kind of towering presence is that? Though it's a society governed by law now, striving for equality for all, there remains a gulf as impassable as heaven itself between the common folks and the elite.
Class is not something easily leaped, like a carp jumping over a dragon gate. Even the collective effort of one generation or three generations may not suffice to traverse it. If class could be likened to a pyramid, then the Yu family is undoubtedly the very tip, a unique and untouchable existence.
One could even say the Yu family is the feudal overlord in this modern society, dictating as they wish, with none daring to cross them. And as the apple of the Yu family's eye, Yu Ruohuan reigns supreme among the socialites of the capital circle.
