In just a few minutes, all kinds of drinks were piled up in front of Lin Yi. There were more than ten bottles.
Seeing the female students coming to bring drinks to Lin Yi, Zhang Peng felt sad.
Was this how good-looking people lived?
He could even save money on drinks?
Zhou Xinghai stood at the side with a cold expression and ignored Lin Yi. He muttered to himself,
"These inexperienced people who pounce on pretty boys when they see them. They really have no substance."
"Some people's calculations have fallen through," Zhang Peng said gleefully.
"The water bought for others has all ended up with my Brother Lin. I wonder how the person who bought it feels."
"It's just a few bottles of water; what's the big deal?" Zhou Xinghai didn't shy away, knowing Zhang Peng was referring to him, and retorted,
"This is a place where strength speaks. You can't rely on your looks."