"Heh, talk is cheap," a woman scoffed at Yang Qi. "Young Master Chen has money, but it doesn't grow on trees. Why should he get a bigger private room just for you? Do you have any idea what the average cost per person is here? Over a thousand!" She continued relentlessly, "But we can switch if you want—you can pay for the difference!"
This woman was Qin Shuang. She had been the closest to Chen Chong during university, and though they never got together, she still harbored dreams of climbing the social ladder.
"Qin Shuang, stop talking nonsense. Don't you know Yang Qi went bankrupt? Asking him to pay is the same as asking him to die," Chen Chong said, shaking his head. It sounded like he was defending Yang Qi, but his words were dripping with sarcasm.
"It's fine. I have money. Worst-case scenario, I'll treat everyone today. No need for Young Master Chen to spend a dime," Yang Qi said with a smile.
