Yan Siyuan is good at setting traps.

Huo Feng can also cheat.

Anyway, Yan Siyuan is smart and Huo Feng is a scoundrel.

This thing counteracts another, no problem!

"Yanji..."

"Um, Brother Feng..."

Just as Huo Feng was about to continue to blame Yan Siyuan, Yu Xiaoxiao, who was beside Yan Siyuan, learned to be smart and took the initiative to defend Yan Siyuan: "I think we should not argue about money anymore. Today is your birthday, just order whatever you want, it's my treat."

"Stop! Why are you butting in?"

Huo Feng waved at Yu Xiaoxiao and said, "It's a man's job to pay, and a woman should just enjoy herself quietly. Look at our good boy Sang Zhi, you can learn from him."

Yu Xiaoxiao, a person with no killing power, was instantly turned into ashes by Huo Feng's words and dared not speak anymore.

Yan Siyuan took a long breath, "Mad Dog, you have changed."

"Hmm?" Huo Feng raised one eyebrow.

Yan Siyuan said, "You are very worldly now."

Huo Feng snorted and laughed, "For a vulgar person like me, talking about money is more practical."

Yan Siyuan nodded: "Yeah, okay."

As he spoke, Yan Siyuan reached into his pocket, took out his wallet, and slammed it on the table. He said very generously, "Here's the money, that's all. Just leave me two dollars for the bus fare, and you can spend the rest however you want."

"Oh, that's quite nice!"

Huo Feng smiled and walked over to pick up his wallet, praising him profusely. "Yan Ji, sometimes you should be generous to your brothers. After all, you are a rich second-generation. How can you live up to your reputation if you don't spend money on others? Look, there's even red in your bag!"

Red...

Damn...

Just 1!

Huo Feng's eyes widened in shock, "Yan Ji!"

Yan Siyuan spread his hands and said, "As you can see, I have three sons and one daughter in my family, and my father raised them in poverty. I only have one hundred yuan a week for living expenses. Since you're my brother, you can spend it as you like. Anyway, I have instant noodles in the dormitory."

"ha?"

Yu Sangzhi, who was standing next to him, also widened his eyes at the empty wallet.

I can’t believe it, Yan Siyuan’s living expenses are only 100 yuan a week!

He obviously lived such a decent life...

Huo Fengzei shyly pulled out his only Mao Zedong note, "Wow, Yan Ji. Love and righteousness are worth a thousand gold~Climbing mountains of swords and diving into seas of fire, what's the harm!"

Huo Feng suddenly sang the lyrics from Stephen Chow's "The God of Cookery" and shamelessly took the only 100 yuan left in Yan Siyuan's wallet.

This rogue-like behavior also shocked Yan Siyuan!

Yan Siyuan thought: Some people really are... heartless and selfish! He'd just found out he was going to have to live on instant noodles for a week, and yet he still took the only 100 yuan left in her wallet!

"Thanks, Yanji!"

Having said that, Huo Feng suddenly stood up and left...

A few minutes later, he came back and told everyone with a grin, "I returned some things and just managed to scrape together 100 yuan. Everyone, just have a bite to eat. This is just afternoon tea after all. Just a few drinks and cakes, and then we'll have dinner when we get back to school!"

"Mad Dog..."

Yan Siyuan's hands were shaking as he held the lemonade. "You..."

Huo Feng said: "Thank you Yan Ji for the treat. Please give a round of applause to Yan Ji for generously giving 100 yuan!"

Then, Huo Feng led the applause, and the conscienceless Yu Sangzhi also clapped his hands symbolically...

Seeing Yu Sangzhi like that, Yan Siyuan felt so shocked that he couldn't describe it in words.

He thought to himself: Mental retardation is contagious.