"Don't worry, this time it's all real." Jiang Xiaoliang walked over.
"Hmm!" Chen Zihan nodded and said, "I just don't understand why you, being so wealthy, insist on serving such cheap drinks to your classmates?"
"Because they don't deserve better!" Jiang Xiaoliang lifted his proud head and then said, "They don't know the difference anyway. Even if you give them wine that costs ten thousand yuan, to them, it's the same as drinking wine that costs a few yuan."
"You!" Chen Zihan narrowed her eyes, and said irritably, "You don't even consider them your classmates!"
"Do they deserve to be?" Jiang Xiaoliang said disdainfully, "In my eyes, only the classmates from Tsinghua University are my real classmates. What are they? Some are just high school graduates. What's that? What right do they have to be my classmates?"
