In Jiang Xingye's eyes, the guesthouses here were much more grand than those in Anping County.
Inside, a young waitress was dozing off. When she heard the noise, she lifted her head with an arrogant expression. As she saw Jiang Xingye, undisguised disdain floated in her eyes.
Where did this country bumpkin come from, looking so tacky? Wouldn't he dirty up the guesthouse?
"Do you have a reference letter? It's fifty-eight cents a night. Can you afford it?" She fanned her nose with her hand and muttered under her breath, "So filthy!"
Throughout his life, Jiang Xingye never knew how many disdainful looks he had received, and he never cared.
After all, even his biological mother didn't care for him.
But at this moment, the contempt from the waitress deeply pierced his heart. In front of Xu Qinghuan, the inferiority deeply buried in his heart made him ashamed.
