Nan Zhubin roughly understood the situation.
Chonghui and Shi Qianqian weren't unable to make money, but they were investing all their money in their future selves, hoping to seize a larger possibility.
Watching Chonghui, who was arrogantly tilting his chin just moments ago, now bury his head in hard work, Nan Zhubin couldn't help but smile and ask:
"Do the teachers often take you out to eat?"
"Every few days," Chonghui replied, "always those places where it costs several hundred per person. The kind we wouldn't even spend on ourselves even if we had money."
Watching Chonghui and Shi Qianqian expertly order and pack the food, Nan Zhubin chuckled inwardly.
"Oh, junior, do you really like sweets? I couldn't tell," Chonghui remarked, noticing the plate in front of Nan Zhubin with some curiosity.
