Ye Si ran to the entrance of the shop, scanned the QR code, and paid 3 dollars.
The shop owner thanked her enthusiastically.
Xi Zhimo looked at the shop owner's simple smile and left all the cash in his wallet on the table before leaving.
The two of them had not gone far when the shop owner quickly ran out with the money. "Mister, you dropped your money in the shop!"
Xi Zhimo turned around and his elegant brows knitted together slightly. "This is a tip."
The shop owner hurriedly handed the money over. "Mister, I can't take this much money. You'd better take it back, or my wife will scold me to death."
Xi Zhimo was utterly bewildered.
Why did the people in the upper class put their interests above all else, while the people in the lower class were more kind and pure?
