Zhou Fei looked on with envy, but she was also worried that An Susu didn't have enough money to treat everyone. She knew that An Susu's family was just an average person and couldn't compare to Gu Qingqing, who was the richest in the class and had 90,000 yuan in pocket money every month.

So it's not good to try to put on a show of wealth for your birthday.

However, she has never been to a five-star hotel in all her life.

It would be so wonderful to be able to go there.

“Yeah! Susu, just the few of us are enough. There’s no need to invite the whole class. It’ll cost hundreds of thousands! Where are you going to get that much money? Let’s not waste it.” Chen Yana also disagreed. With so much money to spend, it would be better for the few of them to spend it.

"It's alright, Feifei, Yana, this money was given to me by my parents. They really value my birthday this year, since it's my last birthday during my university years. It's only a few hundred thousand, my family has plenty of money. Don't worry! We'll have a big meal tomorrow night."

An Susu is still lying and doesn't intend to tell a third person that Gu Qingqing paid for her birthday party.

Because she has always tried to maintain the image of being loved by her parents and being somewhat wealthy.

After all, most of the students at this school are wealthy, though the degree of their wealth varies, but none of them come from a family with worse financial conditions than hers.

If she hadn't cultivated an image of wealth, she would have been looked down upon by many and wouldn't have achieved her current success.

Goddess, academic star, school beauty—these are all titles she earned through three years of hard work.