020 At the age of 18 in senior year of high school

Qian Jiayi and Zhou Keting were both those self-righteous daughters of prestigious families, looking down on everyone else from their lofty positions.

To them, someone like Chu Jin was mere trash, born to be trampled upon for their amusement.

People need contrast, and only a piece of trash like Chu Jin could highlight their noble elegance.

At this moment, when they saw the usual doormat suddenly looking stunning, their eyes couldn't hide the intense resentment and jealousy.

Especially Qian Jiayi, her eyes almost spitting fire. It was bad enough that Zhao Yiling was always a step ahead of her, but now this useless wretch was also sticking her nose in!

Seeing this, Zhao Yiling's lips curled into a slight arc, and she said indifferently, "My cousin here has really made something of herself. Do you know who that person standing beside her is?"

"Who?" Zhou Keting asked.