[ It takes Wei Ying a few seconds to parse what Lan Zhan means, confusion on his face until understanding dawns. He loosens his grip on his shirt, then tightens it again, looking away while he tries to process that. ]

I'm glad. I'd rather you have it than some old pervert. [ He narrows his eyes, looking up at him. ] But you can't just up and decide to buy my things like that, or try to support me. I'm not a charity case.