Su Qinwei sidled up to Yin Tian, her eyes full of worry, "Yin Tian, where did you get that card?"
"Lord Long gave it."
Yin Tian chuckled lightly, explaining, "Earlier, when Qinwei was ill and we couldn't afford the hospital fees, although we later resolved it, Lord Long still had someone send over this card."
"He said it was a shareholder's dividend, so I accepted it. There should be some money in it."
As the two were talking, the store clerk had returned to Yin Tian, card in hand.
The clerk's expression was respectful, she didn't even dare to look into Yin Tian's eyes, "Sir, your card..."
"Believe it now?"
Yin Tian asked slowly and deliberately.
"I believe it..."
"Then why aren't you hurrying to pack up the clothes I want?"
The clerk trembled, a look of wild joy in her eyes.
Yin Tian was buying so many clothes at once; just her commission would be substantial. The commission from this sale alone could probably match what she'd normally make in a year!
