Wang Xiaoqiang had long noticed the disdain and jealousy in Wu Yi's eyes. Not only did he not get angry upon hearing the words, but he proudly said, "That's right, I come from a farming background, a true farmer, and I still am now..."
Wu Yi saw that Wang Xiaoqiang was not embarrassed or annoyed by his intentional belittling, but rather smug, and he sneered, "No wonder, I was wondering why there's such a strong earthy smell... I seem to smell manure... Haha, just kidding, just kidding... Don't mind me, I just like to joke around..."
Wu Yi laughed as he spoke, but despite saying it was a joke, his eyes were full of disgust and contempt, just like a snobbish city dweller looking at a beggar.
Wu Yi intentionally raised his voice so those around could hear, and his words quickly attracted a few people over,
These people were all young, both male and female, around twenty years old, and from their attire and expressions, it was clear they were spoiled rich kids.
