Turning back around, Wang Yan chatted with his classmates from time to time as he grilled skewers and drank, perfectly at ease.
They were all students, without any complicated thoughts, and he didn't need to guide them. They were having a great time on their own.
On his right, Lin Jiamo was talking with Zhao Ye and a few others nearby, but her attention stayed fixed on Wang Yan.
She had seen him ruffle someone's hair and pat someone on the back, clear as day.
She couldn't say she felt good about it.
When no one was talking to her, Lin Jiamo went straight over and pressed herself against Wang Yan.
She and Fang Hui had thought alike. "You ordered so much. Do you have enough money? If not, I've got some."
As she spoke, she pulled a handful of cash from her pocket and tried to stuff it into Wang Yan's hands.
Wang Yan shook his head helplessly. With his right hand in his pocket, he took out another thousand yuan or so from his inventory.
"I've got enough. Don't worry. If I run short, I'll ask you for some. Just relax and eat." Wang Yan patted Lin Jiamo on the shoulder.
"Okay, then let's drink."
She clinked glasses with Wang Yan and gulped hers down in one go.
Then she pretended to choke, covering her mouth and coughing repeatedly. "Cough, cough."
Wang Yan patted Lin Jiamo on the back, speechless. "That's enough. Do you think I can't tell when you're really coughing?"
Caught out, Lin Jiamo looked up awkwardly and gave Wang Yan a silly grin.
Zhao Ye had been keeping an eye on Lin Jiamo the whole time. He'd seen her take out the money.
He wasn't stupid, of course; he knew why she'd done it. Seeing