Never underestimate a poor young man!
Ning Jiang's tone was steady and his pace unhurried, yet every word seemed to strike deep into one's heart, carrying a weight that compelled belief.
Fang Li's heart skipped a beat, but her surprise quickly turned to scorn. "You certainly have a silver tongue. But if you think you can change anything with words alone, you're just a fool dreaming. You're just like Zhao Peng—all talk and no action. What else are you good for? People like you are destined to be at the bottom. You'll never amount to anything."
Hearing Fang Li belittle them so completely, Zhao Peng couldn't take it anymore. "Fang Li, don't you look down on people!"
"Zhao Peng, just keep living in your own little world and dreaming. Xiaoying will never be with you, no matter what," Fang Li said mockingly, tilting her head.
