Zhao Dong felt a surge of anger at the unpleasant words, and just as he was about to lose his temper, he thought better of it and let it go.
After all, he had known these neighbors for many years, and some were even friends with his parents.
Besides, these people were unsophisticated and had been gossiping behind others' backs for years—true frogs in a well.
Zhao Dong shook his head, refusing to stoop to their level, and turned to walk home.
Seeing Zhao Dong leave, the group immediately started whispering among themselves again.
"That kid from the Zhao family is really strange. We need to find out what he's really up to!"
"Exactly. I bet it's something illegal. If not that, then he must be some rich woman's boy toy, or maybe he's working as a male model. How else could he afford such a nice car?"
Just as they were speaking, a Mercedes sports car pulled up. The car stopped, and Wang Han got out.
