Modong Street, I heard that there are quite a few second-generation resettlement kids there, earning millions a year just from collecting rent.
No wonder this guy is so cocky—turns out he's one of them.
Listening to the chattering around, Lu Lin looked at Ye Chen with a disdainful smirk.
"Some people, just because they have a luxury car, they think they're hot stuff? I've got storefronts along an entire street, raking in millions in rent each year. Cars just depreciate; my storefronts bring in cold hard cash every day."
Lu Lin became increasingly smug as he spoke, even humming a little tune.
He had once again found his King Bi feeling.
Xia Ying looked at her ex-boyfriend showing off with anger on her face.
No wonder her boyfriend was so arrogant now—it was because he became a second-generation resettlement kid.
Lu Lin had been going through a tough time, earning just a couple of thousand a month at a car repair shop, even relying on Xia Ying's support sometimes.
