The other group was made up of the kind of hedonistic second-generation rich kids like her son.
She could not stand hearing about the outstanding children from other families, so Mrs. Zheng heard more often about whose child got into what trouble again, or did something stupid again, or embarrassed themselves in some way again.
Anyway, as long as they were worse than her son, she could find some form of comfort in it.
She could think to herself that this person was worse than her son.
Her son was not the worst after all.
Every day, she could only think in that way.
Hence, when Mrs. Zheng heard Du Yiqin say that, she laughed. "I heard of him before?"
Given the people she heard of, this boyfriend was probably some hedonistic second-generation rich kid.
Even with that, Du Yiqin could make it sound like roses. It was just to save face for Shi Xiaoya.
