"Jiang Yuting, wipe that smirk off your face. A regular booth here only runs up a tab of over ten thousand. What's so great about that? People who don't know any better might think you've got yourself a throne!"
Li Huifang immediately stood up to retort.
"Yeah, right, we're just sitting in a booth that costs over ten grand, something you've never even experienced. Why don't you let this gentleman here get you a booth, so you can taste what it feels like?"
Jiang Yuting sneered with her arms folded triumphantly as her classmates looked on with admiration. These words instantly reddened Li Huifang's face with embarrassment.
"Booths? What's the big deal about booths? If I'm going to sit, it's going to be on a throne."
Li Huifang bellowed, her face flushing with anger.
"Take a good look in the mirror; a country bumpkin like you is just blowing hot air. Even if you were smashed to pieces, you wouldn't be sitting on any throne. Less bragging here, please."
