He may be small, but his words are big!
Che Huan, watching from the sidelines, wanted to laugh, but considering the little guy might care about his pride, he held it back.
Qiao Qiao really spoke too soon; contrary to what she said, the little fellow was quite endearing.
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During a pause in the meal, Che Huan excused herself to use the restroom and went to settle the bill, handing her card to the cashier.
"Miss, I'm sorry, but there's not enough balance on your card."
Che Huan was stunned, and after glancing at the bill, she was flabbergasted. Just a few dishes and it was over five thousand yuan, more than her monthly salary, far exceeding her budget.
She only had the two thousand yuan she'd borrowed from Qiao Qiao in her account, which wasn't even close to enough, even if she maxed out the card!
She clutched the bill awkwardly, at a loss about what to do, facing this situation for the first time.
Just then, Uncle Lu came over, "Miss Che is being too formal."
