Feng Chengjin was taken aback; looking at the shocked expression on the salesgirl's face, he awkwardly asked, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing." The salesgirl, embarrassed, lowered her head.
She swiftly and haphazardly scanned the boxes for him. Once she finished, she kindly asked, "Sir, would you like a bag?"
Only then did Feng Chengjin remember his car was parked some distance away. He nodded, "Yes."
The salesgirl sighed in relief, realizing that this outrageously handsome man in front of her was still a modest gentleman.
She scanned a bag for him, completed the transaction, packed everything up, and pleasantly said, "Take care, sir. Please visit us again."
Even if Feng Chengjin were slow-witted, he'd know these items are used one at a time, and buying five boxes at once was for the convenience of not having to come back.
So he smirked, knowing he wouldn't visit again, took out a hundred yuan bill from his wallet along with the change from earlier, and handed it back, "A tip."
