On her way back to the dormitory, Jiang Yuan swung by the café and bought a piece of cake and some coffee. When she came out, she ran into Xu Jinyan.
Seeing her, the jerk glared at her and said, "You little brat, I heard my brother treated your dorm to a big meal a few days ago? You have a good thing and didn't even invite me; I've been so nice to you, doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Jiang Yuan didn't expect him to know so soon, and without asking, she knew it must have been the two girls in the dorm who let it slip in front of him.
"Sorry. What is a conscience? How much per pound? Is it edible?"
"Besides, Brother Yan treated our dorm to a meal; what does that have to do with you coming along?"
