Sylvan Cheney frowned, glancing at the price tag next to him.
It was only 800 yuan.
Did she disdain to use his card?
"Why isn't dad replying to me." Chale Cheney muttered.
Just then, the school bell rang, and Chale Cheney put away his phone and opened his textbook.
"Mr. Cheney, we've arrived," the driver parked the car and stated respectfully.
Outside was the towering, luxurious building of the Cheney Group.
The office workers in the building were hurrying about, each heading to their own floor.
"Hmm."
The doorman was already heading out to open the car door for Sylvan Cheney.
Following him was Charles Mcintosh.
Sylvan Cheney handed his phone to Charles Mcintosh, his voice void of any emotion, "Buy this pair of shoes."
Charles Mcintosh glanced down and saw a pair of white high heels, decorated with rhinestones, elegant and simple.
Very beautiful, but not pricey.
Understanding implicitly, Charles didn't ask any questions, he simply nodded, "Alright."
