When Ren Ran came back from the library, he saw a group of people surrounding the door of his dormitory.

What happened?

Ren Ran squeezed into the crowd.

Yu Mian was quarreling with a girl in the dormitory, and the girl's voice reached everyone's ears clearly.

"What do you have to be proud of? Aren't you 401 people just the maids of my little princess?"

As soon as these words came out, many people burst into laughter, obviously agreeing with what the other party said.

"The little princess wants you to go east, but you don't dare to go west."

"He Yan, don't spit out ivory from your dog's mouth." Yu Mian said angrily.

"Am I wrong? I carry a Hermès bag on my back every day and wear a Cartier bracelet in my hand. Don't think we don't know that these things are all given to you by Jiang Zhiyu."

Because this was an indisputable fact, Yu Mian and Xi Yun were so angry that they could not refute it.

"Ouch! What a strong smell of vinegar! Where did this come from? It's really killing me." Ren Ran walked indoors, waving his hands to dispel the sour smell in the air.

She then asked seriously: "What did you two eat? This is going to make you sour."

Yu Mian, who was still angry at first, burst out laughing.

Others also reacted, and some laughed softly.

He Yan was startled and glared at her angrily, "Who's so angry? Don't slander me. I've received so many good things from Jiang Zhiyu, and I still want to throw them away. After all, I'm a student at Capital University. I'm not ashamed of you for eating like this." His behavior has no sense of scholarly integrity.”

Ren Ran opened his wardrobe and drawers and took out a piece of clothing casually, "Do you know me? This dress is from a famous Lebanese high-end design."

She picked up another one and said, "This dress is privately customized by Ms. MISS, the top domestic designer."

"This piece is a private custom-made piece from a famous French designer..."

As Ren Ran revealed the origin of her clothes one by one, the expression on He Yan's face became very exciting.

How could a person who owned these clothes eat the food that came from outside? This was undoubtedly a slap in her face.

Other spectators were surprised because they often saw Ren Ran eating in the cafeteria, food stalls, and small restaurants. She didn't look like a wealthy lady at all, she was as simple as them.

"I'll go! I didn't expect Ren Ran's family background to be so good."

"I really can't tell."

"Bedroom 401 is really awesome, there are two eldest ladies."

He Yan was unconvinced and said stubbornly, "Who knows whether it is true or not? If you say haute couture, it is haute couture, and if you say private customization, it is private customization? I also said that my clothes are also haute couture."

At this moment, an arrogant voice came from behind the crowd.

"This is the first time I see a person with little knowledge who can be so complacent."

Jiang Zhiyu's arrogant tone sounded in everyone's ears.

Everyone moved out of the way.

Jiang Zhiyu stepped on high heels, raised her chin, and walked into the dormitory with a proud look on her face.

He Yan was ashamed and annoyed, but she didn't dare to refute Jiang Zhiyu's words.

With Jiang Juyu’s proof, no one will think this is fake.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at He Yan coldly and said in a cold voice, "I give them things. That's my business. It's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks."

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Yu Mian and said, "Bring me the bag."

Yu Mian handed over the Hermès bag. She took it and threw it to He Yan, "Two choices, fix it. Or pay for a new one."

"I-I'll fix it."

After saying that, he ran away.

This farce ended with her departure.

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