Gong Jiaming was having a blast; he knew that following Gong Ruini meant living a life filled with all kinds of comfort.
Throughout the trip, they enjoyed delicious meals, fun activities, and cozy accommodations, truly comfortable.
"It's a different experience from traveling with Mom and Dad," said Gong Jiaming. He had traveled with Gong Zhuang and his wife before, but the treatment was completely different, truly incomparable.
Gong Jiaxin looked at Gong Jiaming, who had already gained some weight from indulging himself during the trip, and rudely poked his face, "Just look at your face."
"What are you going to do like this?"
Gong Jiaming struggled to escape from Gong Jiaxin's grip, "I'm not that bad."
"Anyway, there are many overweight people abroad," Gong Jiaming retorted, "Once I'm over there, I'll be considered slim."
The comparison was decent, showing promise, "Don't you know that in foreign countries, the wealthy are often slim, while the overweight are often poor?"
