"Sir, would you like to pay with card or cash?"
Ling Chen spread his hands.
"I don't have that much money, ask her for it."
The waiter glanced at Su Lin, who flatly retorted, "I don't know him."
Qin Yang sneered, "There really are all sorts of people nowadays, not having money and still daring to dine here." He deliberately raised his voice, attracting the attention of the surrounding customers.
"Three thousand eight, right?"
Qin Yang pulled out a bank card and threw it on the table, then stretched his legs out from under the table, looking at Ling Chen with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"Wipe these shoes clean for me, and I'll cover your meal."
Ling Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, appearing to smile on the surface, but those who knew him were aware that when he squinted his eyes, it meant he was really displeased.
Thinking he could be humiliated in public, as if he, Ling Chen, would take such a loss.