YuGong is beginning to feel furious, “Yet you pretended to be poor during our days in University. You even asked to borrow fifty dollars from me several times!”
“You think I really wanted to? I’m also very poor!” MoZhaHim is getting dizzy from YuGong shaking him, so he struggles away from him, “I secretly applied for University A’s computer science department and didn’t apply for the University Z’s business program that my old dad wanted me to. My old dad only gave me six hundred dollars to cover living expenses. Shit! I even regretted it. If I knew Beijing had dust storms and Third Brother, I wouldn’t have bothered coming!”