"Wei Xin, have you had enough?"
Bai Jiao frowned, feeling like she was about to lose her temper. Doing this is just slapping a classmate in the face, isn't it?
"Dumpling, it's fine, go ahead and open it!"
Xu Daguan crossed his arms, waiting to show off.
"Dumpling, price doesn't mean everything. If you refuse and don't dare to show others, it makes our gift look cheap!"
Ji Xinyan persuaded.
Showing off wealth?
Are you even qualified?
The Senior Monitor has a billion sitting in his bank account. Do you think it's photoshopped?
"Exactly, no need to be afraid!"
"I think the gift I gave is great, full of bestie love."
"I think the meaning is more important than the price!"
Everyone was chattering. Young people, though they know money is a good thing, aren't too materialistic. Some even hold ideals, believing that romance and ideals are beyond compare to money.
Seeing this scene, Wei Xin was displeased.
A bunch of poor bastards, what are they pretending?
