Chapter 158: A Losing Business

In the end.

It was still my self-respect that overcame the temptation of luxurious enjoyment.

One academic credit doesn't seem like much, but Zong Xiaoping knew it equates to several hundreds of thousands in money.

The living expenses his mom gave him a year amounted to only ten thousand, and even that was skimmed seventy percent by his greedy dad...

Friends are friends, but if there ever comes a day when credits are scarce, he'd have no hesitation borrowing from Xu Lingjun.

But he couldn't just shamelessly sponge off him.

Zong Xiaoping doesn't live off others, especially not Xu Lingjun.

That guy is too good-looking, easily causing misunderstandings.

Xu Lingjun could only ascend to the second floor alone with a regretful expression.

The chef was a robust man of about thirty-four, looking somewhat dopey.

He had quite an impression of Xu Lingjun and handed him a plate with a smile, saying, "You're here, bro."

"Yeah, I'm here."