Lin Lu, the Artist

"I told you to pretend to be poor; I didn't tell you to act like you were destitute!" Guan Lei shouted. "Why'd you have to go and say that I got a scholarship to pay off debts my parents accumulated? I didn't ask you to do that or for you to make up a story of me wetting my bed!"

Li Zhe felt wronged. "You didn't clarify what I was supposed to do. I just did as you instructed," he complained.

Guan Lei knew a lost cause when he saw one. Nothing he said would get through to Li Zhe, and he did not want to waste his breath. Indeed, Meng Yu was a bad influence on Li Zhe. Now, even he was growing more annoying by the day.

Guan Lei phoned Xue Li. Xue Li, who had been nearby, came to pick Guan Lei up.

Xue Li was dumbfounded when she saw Li Zhe. She squinted uncertainly and muttered with some hesitation, "Director Li?"

Li Zhe puffed out his chest, spreading his arms wide as if to parade the glory of his outfit. "What do you think? Don't I look poor?"