Liu Feifei, who was nearby, couldn't help covering her mouth with a snicker, because Chen Feng was really being too bad.
Zheng Dongcheng was so furious he almost spat out a mouthful of blood right there and then.
Should I actually thank you for this, my ass!
Because of you, for a lousy bag that's worth 230,000, I have to cough up six million, and you still expect me to thank you?
I really want to kill you!
At that moment, the look Zheng Dongcheng gave Chen Feng was almost murderous.
"Sir, congratulations, would you like to pay by card?" The saleswoman gazed eagerly at Zheng Dongcheng, waiting impatiently.
In her eyes, Zheng Dongcheng was practically a god of wealth.
Keep in mind, that's six million! Just mentioning the commission made her feel like she could take two years off work.
"I...," Zheng Dongcheng said, feeling a lack of confidence as the saleswoman stared intently at him, his gaze faltering.
