'What are the lives of rich people really like?'
Qiao An didn't know. After all, she'd never been rich...
But when she played the part of a rich person, she went for pure extravagance, completely disregarding how others might feel.
For example, her friend at the moment was Sheng Bai, a good-for-nothing second-generation heir who cruised around aimlessly in his sports car. Even the butler who came to deliver her meal wore a crisp suit, his hair combed impeccably. His movements were elegant as he bowed to everyone before presenting a clay pot of congee.
"Miss Qiao, please take good care of your health. And please accept this small token of our appreciation!"
At a nod from Uncle Ren, the driver opened the trunk. A stream of gifts was brought to the counter, leaving Qiao An dumbfounded.
