Lin Chao swallowed hard, as if a breath was stuck in her chest, neither rising nor falling, making her unbearably uncomfortable.
Aside from being high-profile in his studies, Wen Yu was extremely low-key in other aspects; he wore the school uniform every day and carried a backpack that cost only a few dozen yuan, with his whole outfit adding up to just a few hundred yuan.
But now, with a single move, he had spent tens of thousands of yuan, which was frightening.
Could he possibly be a second-generation rich kid?
Wen Yu said indifferently from the sofa, "Care for a drink?"
Everyone: "..."
They were all students, how could they drink alcohol? They had only intended to sing and relax.
Wen Yu didn't mind them, picking up the bottle opener to work on the wine and grabbed a glass, pouring the liquid in with a splash: "I'll drink first, you are free to join."
With that, he downed it in one go.
After a cup of strong liquor, his face remained unchanged.
