Before realizing that the clothes Shen Cheng was wearing were designer brands, she might have felt a bit confident.
But now, she had no such capital.
It's undeniable that the Shen family's status in Jiang City is unassailably high.
But on a personal level, she had been left behind by Shen Cheng by miles.
Shi Yu took a puff of his cigarette, watching Shen Cheng with a sly amusement, curling his lips into a wicked, enchanting smile, "Baby, even if she had a full makeover, she wouldn't be one ten-millionth as good as you."
Shen Cheng nodded lightly, turning with a radiant smile, "Mhm! I think so too!"
This roundabout way of slapping her face made Shen Hua feel even more humiliated, and if not for Shen Ming's reminder, she would have certainly lost her composure.
Looking at the two flippant figures before her, she bit her lip, clenched her fists tight, oblivious to the pain as her nails dug into her palms.
