"Xiao Shuai, I've got to run because there's another errand calling. I've already paid, so make sure you get things moving on your end."
Hearing her phone vibrate inside her bag, Chen Guihua, with a guilty conscience, didn't dare to linger. She stood up and walked to the cashier's counter, scanned her payment code, shouldered her bag, and directly left.
In the booth, watching Chen Guihua exit the door, Du Xiaoshuai snorted coldly from his nose, and picked up a tissue from the table to wipe his fingers, as if disgusted by the other's lack of cleanliness.
"Old lady, if it weren't for the bit of money you have, I wouldn't bother serving you," he muttered to himself.
Mo Han sat nearby, inconspicuously focused and attentively listening to Du Xiaoshuai's monologue.
Though Du Xiaoshuai spoke in a low voice, Mo Han had an exceptional hearing and caught almost every word.
