I Paid the Bill, They Paid Me Pity

When the university term began, I treated the entire dormitory to an extravagant seafood feast, with the cost averaging 2,000 dollars per person.

Sophia Andrews, one of my roommates, didn’t eat a single bite. Instead, she stared at me with a dark expression.

“You spend money like it’s nothing. Don’t you feel even a little guilty?” she asked coldly. “Do you have any idea how many children in remote mountain villages don’t even have enough to eat?”

I rolled my eyes and replied, “It’s my family’s money. What does that have to do with you?”