Han Lie suddenly escalated the conversation, bringing the topic to a sublime level. Xi Luting couldn't handle it anymore.
Dreams!
What an inspiring word!
Eighteen-year-old boys and girls are at the perfect age to believe in dreams.
Tell them society is dark, and they'll immediately believe it completely, filled with righteous indignation, as if the whole world is beyond redemption.
But mention dreams to them, and their eyes will light up, as if they can't wait to go out and save the world.
This is the inevitability of youth.
Xi Luting was quite a calm and rational girl, yet Han Lie still managed to stir her emotions.
The key wasn't how the scumbag man was bragging.
The key was, the scumbag man had actually done it.
No one could understand so much for no reason—names like the President of Hongyuan or Sun Mingxia from the Fixed Income Department were ones Xi Luting had never even heard.
Even across the entire school, perhaps no one else paid attention to such news.
