Xiao was stunned by his demeanor, slowly losing his initial anger. His mind began to regain clarity.
Realizing the immense class divide between them, he was momentarily speechless.
"There's no noble or lowly work; labor is most honorable."
Who can say this effortlessly? But how many people really believe it?
Even for theory to hold true, there needs to be equality—and yet, just one of his cars would require Xiao to work several lifetimes.
"No wonder people nowadays curse you food delivery workers. If it weren't for this line of work, scumbags like you would probably starve to death."
The enraged Ferrari owner no longer hid his overwhelming sense of superiority, speaking in an acerbic and caustic tone.
The traffic officer remained indifferent,
after all, his job was solely to manage traffic.
Moreover,
insults weren't considered illegal.
