I saw Huang Jiajia's face suddenly sink, and she snapped at me, unhappy, "What nonsense are you spouting? Do you think I'm as shameless as you?"
"Looking at how you're dressed now, you must've spent plenty of time with those men, huh? Otherwise, they wouldn't be so willing to splash their cash on you."
"Indeed, compared to you, even if you wanted men to spend money on you with that face of yours, I doubt it'd do any good. Some assets are just natural gifts." I retorted sarcastically without holding back, knowingly poking at her sore spot.
After speaking, I turned to leave, but Huang Jiajia seemed unwilling to let it go and chased after me, grabbing my arm, "Shen Chenhuan, do you think you're still the young mistress of the Shen Family? You're nothing but a stray dog now."
"After your parents went bankrupt and you disappeared all these years, coming back to Shanghai now, isn't it just to scrape a living? If you beg me, I might consider helping you out."