She raised one foot and stomped on the cake hard, back and forth, "It's not your fault that you're poor, okay? But since you're so poor that you have to sell yourself to make money, don't squander your money in a place like this.
Hard-earned money, okay?”
Okay what!? I bit my lower lip, unable to think of anything to say back to her.
Grandma is such a badass. My two brothers are also the richest people in the country. Why are they being called poor!?
Besides, what’s wrong with being poor? The happiness of the poor is beyond the imagination of the rich. Why does she speak so poorly of the poor?
Besides, although I was brought here as tribute, it has nothing to do with selling myself! How could she say that to me!?
Yaya, what a bad woman! I just hope I am OK at this moment!
As soon as she says OK, I will kill her!
The people around were watching, pointing, and talking in low voices. Some of them were not from very good families and seemed a little indignant.
"What are you looking at? You poor bitches!" She stepped on crystal high heels of more than ten centimeters and waved away those people. "I just can't stand the poor. What's wrong with you? Being poor proves that you have no ability. If you have the ability, follow me.
It’s the same, rub it~ don’t live without money, okay? All the poor will die, okay? It’s disgusting to look at, like a swarm of flies!”
"What did you say?"
"That's it, what's so great about it?"
"Isn't there just a few bad money?"
"Sooner or later you will be punished..."
Everyone couldn't stand listening anymore and started to scold her, taking advantage of the strength of the crowd.
Seeing that it was getting worse and worse, she couldn't stand it anymore. If it continued, she was afraid she would be beaten!