Intrigued by the comment, Helian Wei Wei lifted her eyebrows as she gazed toward the source of the voice.
A well-dressed rich lady was standing nearby with a handbag sling over her left shoulder. Meanwhile, with her right hand, she was holding the hand of a boy who was absurdly fat.
That boy was obese, yet he was still licking his popsicle gleefully. Perhaps there was an issue with his upbringing, as the Little Fatty looked at others with a surly gaze. He had somewhat been stained by his mother's arrogance, riding his high horse as he looked down his nose at everyone.
"Mom, who is this country bumpkin?"
He looked slightly older than Helian Qingchen, and he did not forget to shoot a glance in Helian Wei Wei's direction as he spoke.
The rich lady gave a low laugh and her meaning was self-evident. "How can you call him a country bumpkin? She was my classmate before. She's just a little skint now. You must not look down on them, understand?"
