Upon hearing that Beiming Xue was going to give him six yuan and ten cents, Zhao Qing's face turned green.
At this moment, Beiming Xue really took out her wallet and began searching for change.
However, Beiming Xue always carried cards with her and never cash, so after flipping through a few times, she indeed couldn't find six yuan.
As she rummaged through her wallet, Beiming Xue's face became more and more gloomy, like the approach of a storm.
Seeing this, Zhao Qing was completely trembling inside.
In his panic, he intended to grab Beiming Xue's hand, but just as he reached out, he thought it was inappropriate and withdrew his hand.
However, as soon as he drew his hand back, seeing Beiming Xue's expression, he quickly reached out again.
Zhao Qing's hand stretched out and withdrew repeatedly, sweating profusely as if on a hot pan, not knowing what to do.