Zhang Jingdong's eyes narrowed slightly: "Chen Deng, we had no grudges in the past, and no enmities recently. Moreover, I'm a student and you are a counselor. Do you really need to treat me this way?"
Chen Deng thought Zhang Jingdong was cowering, and immediately said: "Stop talking about these useless things. In this day and age, getting things done costs money, and you just happen to have money. So why be so stingy?"
"And honestly, just the designer clothes you're wearing must cost at least seventy or eighty thousand, right? And the money in your wallet... I really didn't ask for much from you, so why the fuss?"
Zhang Jingdong touched his nose: "Alright, since you've made up your mind about me, there's nothing more I can say..."
As he spoke, Zhang Jingdong casually took out a recording pen.
Seeing this, Chen Deng panicked instantly: "What... what are you doing?"
Zhang Jingdong couldn't be bothered with him and pressed the play button.
