"Sir, will you be paying with card, or via mobile?" the clerk asked again, his tone now clearly unfriendly and tinged with mockery.
If you don't have money, you shouldn't have come in. The clothes are already packed, and now you want to back out? Are you just trying to get a rise out of me?
"Can't afford it, huh?" Yang Ting walked up to Chen Yang with her hands in her pockets. "Beg me! Just kneel down and beg, and I'll pay for you!"
"A pathetic weakling who sponges off his wife, trying to act tough in front of me? Aren't you afraid you'll be a laughingstock?"
Zhang Xiaowen's face flushed, clutching her phone. She wanted to call Qin Qiu, but based on her understanding of the chairwoman, she knew that after hearing what had happened, Qin Qiu would surely abandon Chen Yang to his fate.
Just as Yang Ting was about to continue humiliating Chen Yang, a young man in his thirties walked in. He was dressed in a black suit, with plain features but a tall, straight figure.
