"You're still students, and your roommate only gets that little amount for living expenses each month. Do you really want to drag them into eating instant noodles with you?"
That afternoon he had visited his cousin's dorm and saw that his cousin's roommates were not rich kids like young master Luo; they were children from ordinary families.
Hong Xiaoyu's expression stiffened, then he said sheepishly, "Brother, you heard..."
"I'm your brother, why should I let you pick up the tab for meals? I've already settled the bill," he said.
After a pause, Jiang Chen continued, "And the girl at that table, I took care of her bill too."
Hong Xiaoyu, as if his thoughts had been seen through, stuttered, seemingly having something to say, yet he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Having been through that age himself, Jiang Chen could understand his feelings.
