Cui Hao had no choice but to reluctantly take Wu Xiaoya downstairs.
Damn it! Once I pay back my dad, I'm buying a BMW to make him green with envy. As if he's the only one with a car. Just you wait.
Cui Hao was already picturing the surprised look on Xue Yang's face when he saw him with a new BMW. As his thoughts lifted his spirits, Cui Hao's steps began to feel lighter.
Not bad, not bad at all. This is the life I'm meant to live. Everything right now is just an illusion. No, it's all just passing clouds.
"But Junior Brother Cui, I think Junior Brother Xue's family has a Bentley. I just saw it on campus." Wu Xiaoya's casual remark shattered all of Cui Hao's fantasies, bringing him crashing back to reality.
PFFT... Cui Hao felt as if he'd been stabbed, the wound bleeding profusely.
Wu Xiaoya asked curiously, "Junior Brother Cui, what's wrong?"
Cui Hao gave a bitter smile. "Senior Sister Xiaoya, thank you for telling me this harsh reality."
