Su Li felt her whole body stiffen.
"Use, use mine?"
Chengfeng walked over, with his eyebrows raised, and asked, "Isn't it you who's buying it for me?"
Su Li looked down at her own card, feeling a bit heartbroken, then said, "Well, we're two of a kind, right? What's mine is yours, so it shouldn't matter whose card we use, right?"
Chengfeng nodded, "I agree with you, so, using your card is all the same."
If she could, right then, Su Li would have liked to cut off her own tongue and then sew her mouth shut.
Serves you right for running your mouth.
She thought she had a good excuse, but it was turned against her—truly a loss-making deal.
"Hehe, you know, I think since we just got here, maybe we shouldn't buy these clothes just yet. Let's keep looking? What if we find something even better?"
Chengfeng just stood there, arms crossed, looking at her. He didn't say anything, but his gaze said it all.
