Talking

In order to help her relax, Ryan took the initiative to sit opposite Yasmin, picked up his wine glass, and clinked it with hers.

Normally, Yasmin did not drink alcohol, but she had been under too much pressure recently, and her mood fluctuated drastically at night.

For the first time, she felt the need for a drink. Although she did not like the taste of either white wine or liquor, consuming a wine worth fifty thousand dollars in such an atmosphere felt peculiarly smooth.

"Classmate Ryan!" she exclaimed after taking a generous sip, looking straight at him. "You are a poor student—how come you are so rich?"

Ryan replied with a wry smile, "I can't apply for subsidies for poor students."

"Teacher Yasmin, I always thought you were a peaceful person," he continued with a teasing tone, "but I didn't expect you to have such a hard time."

Yasmin smiled bitterly. "Yes… they were all forced to sell themselves."