Jiang Yingxue looked at everyone present, her beautiful eyes swirling with many emotions.
The classmates from before, her best girlfriends, turned out to be even more power-hungry and realistic than she had imagined.
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yingxue turned to Lin Mo, her gaze no longer just apologetic but also filled with helplessness and self-blame,
"I'm sorry, Lin Mo, the people here are my peers and of the same generation, some even seven or eight years older than you, but the teacher really did not expect that their age hasn't brought them much life experience, nor has it made their hearts broader and humbler."
"Instead, it has made them even more realistic and indifferent, and even now, they still look down on you."
"Even after you had already shown to be at least ten times better than Zhong Yuchen in many aspects, they still ridiculously value status and money so much!"
Lin Mo stood with his hands in his pockets, yet his face was calm, and he spoke softly,