Tang Ming got out of his car and walked straight to a trash bin, pulled a black wallet from his pocket, took out the cash and threw the rest into the trash bin, mumbling, "Whether it returns to Mr. Sun's hands depends on his fate."
The wallet didn't have much cash, just over three thousand yuan; the rest were bank cards which were useless to Tang Ming.
Without these, Sun Zhuangjia couldn't move an inch in this city. He couldn't even afford a cab. Tang Ming thought about the man's upcoming embarrassment and laughed, finding it hilarious that a member of a distinguished family would dine and dash.
In the café, Liu Mengting called the waitress over to pay the bill; Li Xiaoli, sipping her drink, asked,
"Meng Meng, aren't we waiting for Tang Ming?"
"Why wait for him? He's off with a pretty lady, having the time of his life."
Liu Mengting said irritably.
"Meng Meng, did you notice that the guy in the suit seems to have been tricked by Tang Ming?"
