Zheng Lei had already received the notification: insufficient credit.
His face flushed red as he cursed inwardly. 'I had calculated everything so well: seven people at 498 per person, with a 10% discount.'
But then An Ping showed up, they added a service charge, and the 10% discount fell through. This was a total loss of face.
"Hey, uh… send me 4,000." Then he said to Meng Fei, "Old Meng, cover 580 for me. I'll pay you back tomorrow."
'Looks like I'll have to call my old man for money again tonight.'
After all that trouble, the bill was finally settled. He gave a dry laugh, feeling completely humiliated as he walked out with everyone.
As Huang Lingyu was leaving, she glanced back at Yang Hui. She saw him give her a wink, his charming eyes full of mischief. She couldn't help but blush, a tingling sensation still lingering on her thigh.
