"Brother Ryan, I was wrong!!!"
Zaiden, not taking it too seriously, glared at Yammir and said, "I've already changed my name to 'Prince,' and you're still bringing it up. Yammir, you're just showing off. We agreed it was only for a week."
"Don't bother. To be honest, I'm still not used to the taste of expensive drinks."
Ryan shook his head and said, "No matter how expensive the tea or wine is, it all tastes the same to me. I can't tell the difference."
Zaiden slapped his thigh again and said, "Brother, you're spot on. Last time I went to dinner with my old man, he almost threw up after drinking some premium commemorative Old Monk."
At this moment, the two top second-generation rich kids felt a kinship with Ryan. He wasn't arrogant or pretentious at all.
Yammir asked, "What do you want to drink? If I don't have it here, I'll have someone go buy it for you."
"No, I'll just have a Budweiser, something cold."