I will die early and cannon fodder. I will enjoy great blessings after marrying a sick man.

Based on how Song Ming protected the little girl, she guessed that the Midsummer Dream was taken away by the bad boy and given to the girl, but the girl was not wearing it.

Song Manman couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Just as Song Manman was confused, Wang Lele, who was scolded by Song Ming, said with a sullen face: "Song Ming, you are scolding me for Mingxi. We are from the same circle. She is just a poor person who rents the worst rental house in Kyoto."

Wang Lele's voice was sharp and piercing. The carefully applied makeup on her face seemed a little distorted because of anger, and her eyes were filled with unconcealable jealousy and disdain.

Wang Lele's beauty, which was originally 7 points, instantly dropped to 5 points.

After hearing what Wang Lele said, not only Song Ming looked unhappy, but even Song Manman frowned slightly.

Mingxi wanted to refute something, but as soon as he looked up, he saw Song Manman frowning. She lowered her head again in inferiority and bit her lips lightly.

Well, what right did she have to refute? What Wang Lele said was true. Her family was not as good as theirs, and she did live in the most remote and cheapest rental house in Kyoto.

When most of her classmates' families drove four-wheeled cars, her family couldn't even afford a bicycle.

Not to mention the extremely expensive dresses and jewelry these people wore. The price of any one of these items might be enough to feed their families for a year.

Mingxi pinched the dress Song Ming gave her and smiled bitterly. She was indeed not worthy of Song Ming, the pride of mankind.

Holding Mingxi's soft little hand, Song Ming turned his head and looked at her comfortingly. When he turned to look at Wang Lele, his expression instantly became gloomy.

Song Ming shot his eyes at Wang Lele like a sharp sword, and said with a hint of uncontrollable anger and dissatisfaction: "Wang Lele, birth cannot determine everything."

The boy, who had just turned eighteen and entered adulthood, spoke in a deep and powerful voice, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

Compared to Song Ming's reservedness, Ling Zheng was much more outspoken. After rolling his eyes, he bluntly said to Wang Lele: "Except for family conditions, it seems that you are inferior to Mingxi in everything."

"Okay, okay...you guys..."

Wang Lele was so angry that she couldn't speak evenly. Her chest rose and fell violently, and her face turned from blue to red. She took a few deep breaths, and after calming down, she complained to Song Manman: "Aunt Song, this cheap... woman, her family is very poor, and she even rents a house until now, but Brother Song Ming..."

Song Ming glanced at Wang Lele coldly, lowered his head and whispered to comfort Mingxi, "Don't be afraid, my aunt is a very kind person."

Shen Yanqing, who was still sitting firmly on the sofa, sneered softly, and shook the red wine glass gently in his slender, white, and bony hands.

There was a hint of amusement in Shen Yanqing's eyes as he watched the farce in front of him that was like playing house. He felt that Kyoto had become more and more lively after not returning for a few years.

These youngsters have endless tricks up their sleeves, but it's a pity that this girl has obviously taken the wrong path. The sweet girl in his family doesn't care about family background the most.

After taking a sip of red wine, Shen Yanqing sat casually on the sofa and watched Song Manman deal with the matter. He felt that even his dear girl's back was very charming.