The little boys surrounded the girl. The girl was wearing a pure white princess dress, her long hair was tied with a butterfly hairpin, and she always had a faint smile on her face, listening to everything happily.
But he could see at a glance the pride and impatience in her eyes. She didn't even bother to be with these little boys.
Like a proud peacock, her attitude is high.
The girl suddenly looked towards him, picked up a coin from the hand of the little boy on the side and walked towards him, stood on tiptoe and threw it into the pocket of his school shirt. She turned to the boys and said, "You have such spare money, why not show some kindness?"
Go help the poor."
His tone was extremely arrogant and natural.
But it must not be true sympathy, because she looked at him with contempt, and after throwing the coin, she took out a tissue and wiped her hands, as if she was afraid of getting them dirty.
"Okay, okay, whatever Gu Xiaoai says is whatever it is." Upon seeing this, several young boys took out their pocket money and threw it at him.
The change was scattered all over the floor.
With his ferocity in fighting, he couldn't even use three cents of his strength to beat all these children to the ground. But this time, he didn't move, he just stood.
"Hey, pick it up."
"That's right, if I don't want to give you money, just get down and pick it up!"
Several boys shouted at him with contempt on their faces.
The girl dropped the tissue and interrupted them with a smile, "Let's go. Poor people also have backbone. How can others have the nerve to pick it up if you stay here?"
Until he left, she didn't even look at him again.
The boys surrounded her and left, like stars surrounding the moon.
She didn't say anything extreme, she even did good deeds with "good intentions".
But it gave him a sense of shame for the first time, the shame of being laughed at and trampling on his dignity.
Poor people are just beggars to a group of young masters like them.
People living at the bottom are to set off the nobility of their group of superior people.
It was just a chance encounter, but from that day on, the name Gu Xiaoai was deeply imprinted on his heart. It was not just a name, but a mark that always reminded him that he was once a low-class person.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, he could still recognize her at first sight.
Perhaps, the innate pride and aloofness in her eyes have never changed, even though she is so vulnerable.
The ringtone of his cell phone interrupted Li Juefeng's thoughts. Li Juefeng picked up the call. It was his secretary Wang Zhao's call.
"Mr. Li, you asked me to investigate everything about Gu Xiaoai."