"You might want to check the balance on that card first,"
Jiang Chen didn't mind the salesperson's skepticism, after all, it wasn't a small amount, and his own clothes were quite plain. It was good for the salesperson to be cautious.
Relieved by his words, the salesperson took Jiang Chen's bank card and said apologetically, "Mr. Jiang, please wait a moment."
Turning to the cash register, the salesperson first had the cashier add up the prices for all the clothes except for Dong Qian's, then brought the POS machine back to Jiang Chen, "Mr. Jiang, please enter your PIN."
Dong Qian waited gleefully for Jiang Chen to embarrass himself. In her view, Jiang Chen was just too proud, and there certainly wasn't much money in his card.
"Is that enough?" Jiang Chen entered the password and asked indifferently.
"Ah!" The salesperson glanced at the account balance and exclaimed in shock, standing frozen in place.
