Outside the hotel's revolving doors, Jiang Yitong gazed into the distance.
Lin Baici's cherry-red Panamera was quite conspicuous, and upon seeing it, she promptly came over.
Bam! Bam!
Opening the door and getting in, Jiang Yitong settled into the passenger seat.
"What's up?"
Lin Baici noticed something off about Jiang Yitong's expression.
"Nothing!"
Guests staying in this kind of hotel are all wealthy, almost always dressed impeccably.
This morning, Jiang Yitong went to breakfast in this outfit that cost less than 150 yuan in total, almost dying of embarrassment.
Couldn't help it; it's this damn vanity of hers.
Then she thought about how, after graduating and landing a decent job, it would take years of hard work before she could vacation yearly and stay in such upscale hotels, and once the realization hit, she was a bit despondent.
Way too difficult.
"You don't look like it's nothing!"
Lin Baici started the car.
"I can't stand you people who were born privileged!"
