"You, you materialistic woman! How good can your own conditions be?!" Yang Ming, whose sore spot had just been poked, immediately lost his temper and pointed at Gu Xiaoer as he yelled.
Gu Xiaoer gave him a disdainful glance and left without paying him any heed.
Not willing to let it go, Yang Ming protested, "You can't leave without paying the bill!"
"…" Pay for your own damn drink, why don't you? I didn't order anything, it was all you!
Gu Xiaoer was speechless at this man's audacity, laughed lightly, and spoke gently, "Mr. Yang, if you're so good at your job and with such great conditions, how come you can't even settle the bill?"
"Although you're right, why should I pay the bill when you haven't agreed to anything?"
"I didn't order anything!"
