740 An Honest Man

That was how unjust the world was. There were people raking in millions every year, while someone like her struggle to keep themselves warm and fed.

When she came out of the mall, she glimpsed a woman on a shared bike, her wavy hair flowing in the wind. She was on the phone, and there was a sapphire ring nestled around her ring finger. It seemed to be of the same model as Jiu Yue's 1.2 million ring. Even the phone she was using was of the latest model. 

Why not ask your sugar daddy to drive you home? she thought sourly, curling her lips.

For once, she decided to splurge on a cab. Once she slid into the passenger's seat, she saw the woman on the bike again, riding past her. The breeze mussed up her hair, exposing her angelic face.

Who did she remind her of? Sun Yuhan pondered for a while, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Wait, didn't the person at the clothes shop mention that she looked like Yan Huan?