The cashier was skeptical, "Really? Second Young Master is that miserable?"
Mu Yin nodded earnestly, "It's true, why would I lie to you? So, please be lenient and wait for my friend to transfer the money to me. I'll pay immediately. Otherwise, you could put it on my tab, and I'll bring the cash tomorrow..."
"Uhh..." The cashier was so bamboozled that she lost her temper.
This was the most high-end restaurant in Yangcheng, frequented by the wealthy elite, where people threw around large sums of money to maintain their reputation. It was unheard of to ask for a delayed payment, let alone a tab—that was just out of the question.
How brazen of her to even suggest it.
Second Young Master...had he really fallen to such lows?
"What do you say?" Mu Yin saw her hesitation and grew anxious.
Tang Qingyue hadn't transferred the money yet for some reason.
She was afraid that the man, after finishing his call, would return to see that she couldn't pay and go ballistic again.