After pouring corn juice for both of them, Sang Tianen picked up the glass and took a sip of tea. Her manners were gentle and reserved, like a well-educated aristocratic lady.

Yan Zheng ate the skewers in small bites with his eyes downcast. His thin lips were stained with oil, looking bright red and plump, like a fruit tempting to be picked.

Sang Tianen rolled up her sleeves, stretched out her fair wrist, picked up a bunch of potato chips and began to eat. Nan Tian noticed with a sharp eye that she was wearing a silver watch worth over one million yuan on her wrist, and was immediately surprised.

Unexpectedly, this pretty boy turned out to be a rich second-generation. He took a tissue and wiped the oil stains from his lips, raised his chin and pointed at her watch: "Is that the one you're wearing Yinhui?"

Sang Tianen was eating something, so he couldn't speak and could only make vague "hmm" sounds.

"This watch is not cheap." Nan Tian's eyes turned, and a strange light flashed in them, "It must be more than one million."

"I don't remember." Sang Tianen said casually. She bought this watch when she was a graduate student. It has been three or four years. Who would still remember it?

Nantian showed an envious look, "I really envy rich second-generations like you, who don't have to work hard and can just eat, drink and have fun enjoying life. If I were you, I wouldn't have a boyfriend, I'd just look for a playmate."

The last two words were pronounced with a stronger accent, making them more meaningful.

Sang Tianen was startled by his words and started coughing. He picked up the water cup next to him and drank it all in one gulp. Yan Zheng pushed the tissue bag over to him.

It took her a long while to catch her breath, her fair face slightly flushed, and she said speechlessly: "I'm not some rich second generation, and I never play."