This kind of thing doesn't have a clear distinction between right and wrong.
Xiao Le's lips twitched unconsciously; she knew her uncle wasn't lying to her.
A car worth over four million yuan was nothing but a toy to Er Ya, something she could play with however she pleased.
Such toys were hardly worth showing off—they'd only make her lose face.
Simply put, it would be embarrassing.
This was a difference in social levels. Chen Pingsheng explained this because anyone good enough to be an intern in Magic City wasn't ordinary.
Either they had family connections or top-notch qualifications.
One of the two was essential to gain a foothold in Magic City's civil servant circles.
An insecure, timid person could never stand out in such circles.
If someone lacked interpersonal skills, it was even more impossible.
Clearly, Xiao Le was missing even the basic self-confidence.
