Just a Poor Country Bumpkin

After Jiang Shuyu had dinner with the Jiang family, she went back to her home.

As the car drove down the road, her pupils suddenly constricted in disbelief.

'Wait, is that Xiao Lingye by the bus stop? Why is he there?

'But this is the silk-stocking district. Most residents here are powerful and influential in Beijing. A villa here is worth at least 500 to 600 million. So what is Xiao Lingye doing here? He looks like he's waiting for the bus.'

"Xiao Yu, what's wrong?" Mrs. Jiang saw her daughter's strange expression. She followed her daughter's gaze and saw a handsome young man standing next to the bus stop. She frowned slightly and asked, "Do you know that young man?"

His looks and figure were not bad, but someone who took the bus was a poor person. She would never allow her daughter to like such a man. Her daughter couldn't even befriend a poor person.