"Enough, that's enough," Chu Xiaotu said to Su Weifeng with some anxiety. She wouldn't have bought anything at all if it hadn't been for Ding Lili bringing her here.
Despite her reluctance, under the strong recommendation of Su Weifeng and the young sales assistant, Chu Xiaotu picked out another trench coat worth one hundred and twenty thousand, which finally satisfied Su Weifeng as he approached the cashier to pay.
"Five million two hundred thousand, plus six hundred and sixty thousand, plus one hundred and twenty thousand, totals up to five million nine hundred and eighty thousand," the young sales assistant tried to keep his tone steady as he spoke.
Ding Lili and the others watched Su Weifeng and Chu Xiaotu somewhat apprehensively, thinking why hadn't they run off yet, where was the escape plan, the urgent call, why hadn't they used it yet; they couldn't actually be paying, could they? Suddenly they felt very nervous, with a sense of bad premonition.
