Lin Chen turned around and saw a young man in international designer brands approaching.
Seeing the young man, Wang Zixuan couldn't help but frown.
The young man looked at Wang Zixuan with a smile and said, "Miss Wang, how come you have time to visit our jade market? Do you also think our jade is better than yours?"
Wang Zixuan snorted coldly, "Dream on. I'm here to buy some jade for my friend."
"Friend?" Peng Yu gave Lin Chen the once-over and, after confirming that Lin Chen was dressed in street stall clothes, a look of disdain appeared on his face.
"What do you do, lad, to have won Miss Wang Zixuan's favor?" Peng Yu asked coldly.
Lin Chen replied with a faint smile, "Me? Just a simple farmer."
"A farmer!" Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, the look of contempt on Peng Yu's face deepened.
"I despise two kinds of people the most – farmers and migrant workers. You dirty lot, you're just the trash of the city," Peng Yu said disdainfully.
