Hearing the sarcasm in his tone, Jiang Ruan looked up while holding a spoon and retorted, "What do you know."
"Someone like you, born into a wealthy family and raised in luxury, of course, cannot understand how tough life can be for us, the penniless commoners. The weakest part of the hemp rope always breaks, and when Lu Jie and I first came to Beijing, we relied on each other to survive. Those days I will never forget."
"Thinking back now, it was actually quite beautiful. At least I wasn't alone and helpless."
As Jiang Ruan spoke, a happy curve formed on her lips.
Her little face smiled sweetly.
Falling into Bao Ye's eyes, a complex light flashed in his dark pupils. Who says he can't understand hardship?
The life of a wealthy young master isn't as good as she imagines.
Before Bao Ye was seventeen, he was strictly trained by his grandfather.
While other kids played, he studied finance.
He started learning middle school textbooks in the first grade.
