Zhang Jingjing glanced at Han Ye and Beiming Tang and frowned so much that her brows could kill a fly. "Say, dudes, are you trying to scam her? This profession has a bright future. However, you should also find a rich person to scam. Look at this woman. She's dressed in street goods. She doesn't even have 200 yuan on her. To be honest, you scammers are better off than her. At least I have a few houses in my family. My parents only have one daughter, and all of it will be mine in the future. However, her family transferred to the city ten years ago. It wasn't easy for them to buy a small house that's only 80 square meters. However, the family of four lives in it, and the house isn't even under her name. Tell me, are you blind?"
Han Binglan was dumbfounded. Why was this woman… so direct?
