Meanwhile, Chen Zheng had elegantly swiped his card to settle the payment, leaving his address so the precious herbs could be delivered to his villa. Zhao Xue'er looked at the bill of over one hundred million, her heart filled with a regret so deep she wished she could turn back time.
Li Weiqiang stood by, his face as red as a ripe apple. Shame and embarrassment left him with nowhere to hide. He wanted to escape, but the surrounding mockery felt like a sharp knife piercing his heart.
"Let's go, Xue'er!" Li Weiqiang said urgently.
But Zhao Xue'er's reaction was completely unexpected. "Get lost! Who are you? Do I know you?" she said coldly, shoving him away.
