Being able to eat enough, having a place to sleep, and occasionally earning some extra money—he was already very satisfied.
At this moment, standing before these young masters and mistresses, being picked and chosen like merchandise, he finally felt a deep humiliation, as though his dignity was being trampled upon.
Stars, idols—under the power of capital, they are all reduced to the lowest of playthings.
Feng Cheng couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow at another's misfortune, hoping Aning wouldn't fall for this trap.
Zhu Shou glared at Feng Cheng, "Why haven't you toasted Young Master Huang yet?"
Feng Cheng stood still, not moving.
Xu Si, on the other hand, was much more perceptive. He approached, eyeing the beverage options on the table; they were all fruit juices, and he paused for a moment.
Yan Lu snorted coldly, casting a glance at Huang Xi. "Toasting?"
