Ningwan and Wangyue were nervously shopping.
Whenever Ningwan looked at something for more than three seconds, Zhan Hanjue would immediately swipe his card, not even giving Ningwan a chance to speak.
"Miss Ye, you should focus on the road! Stop glancing around," Wangyue reminded her.
Ningwan chuckled awkwardly.
Who knows who gave Zhan Hanjue advice?
Does accompanying your wife on a shopping trip mean you have to constantly buy, buy, buy?
"Let's go to the fifth floor; I heard there's a lot of good food there. We've almost finished shopping. Let's grab something to eat," Ningwan suggested.
Wangyue nodded vigorously.
She wholeheartedly supported the idea of going to eat.
"Alright, feel free to order anything you want to eat; don't worry about saving me money," Zhan Hanjue said.
Ningwan chuckled awkwardly.
Wangyue said, "Don't worry, we know you're rich, we won't save your money."
They took the elevator up.
