Ye Xuan's gaze was very cold, like ice, emanating a chilling aura, which fell upon Lin Shiyu, causing her to involuntarily feel some fear and coldness in her heart.
"Do you think those who sell their bodies can really live well in the future?"
Ye Xuan sneered, his voice dark, as he questioned.
"Hehe."
Lin Shiyu gave a faint smile, her face pale, and responded, "Isn't it so? After sleeping with someone for a few nights, you can afford Hermes, Prada, Chanel."
"So naive."
Ye Xuan kept a straight face and looked at Lin Shiyu seriously, saying coldly, "What we strive for with all our might is not great wealth and position, but a simple and ordinary life."
"Tang Xuan, you're too rich. You will never understand that for people like me, even living is very difficult."
Lin Shiyu smiled bitterly, saying faintly.
Tang Xuan is a billionaire, coming and going in luxury cars, living in mansions, having no understanding of the sorrow of people like her.
"Difficult?"
