“This wine… it’s not cheap, right?” one of the student council members suddenly asked, pointing at the bottle of red.

Hope’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she jumped in before Dan could respond.

“Yep, not cheap at all. Over thirty thousand per bottle, and we only ordered ten.”

The student council members’ faces instantly darkened. “Thirty thousand per bottle? Wait… we’re supposed to split this?”

“I don’t drink wine. Count me out.”

“I’m just here to see Dan off. I’ll leave right after.”

“Wait… wasn’t this supposed to be for raising medical funds? Why are we drinking such expensive wine?”

Dan’s jaw dropped. He hadn’t even gotten a word out when...