"You... you're just being wildly debauched."
Mei Weixuan was so angry... envious that his eyes were red, wishing he could tear Zhong Lin apart and take his place.
"I'm going to report you to Master Yin."
Zhong Lin shrugged and casually said, "Sorry, these were all sent by the Master himself."
"Damn! It's like a dung beetle wearing a mask—utterly shameless, you're just showing off."
Mei Weixuan's tone was filled with resentment. Why did he have to spend his limited money to find warmth in the Xiao Xiang Pavilion, while Zhong Lin had elders voluntarily sending over a pile of beautiful maids at his beck and call?
The gap between people could be so vast.
Zhong Lin, feeling playful, said with a smiling face, "There's no helping it. Life is lonely like snow. Sometimes the difference between people is just that big. Having all these beautiful maids, why would I go to Xiao Xiang Pavilion, right?"
"Damn."
