Chen Cheng returned to the dining table after finishing the call.
"Sorry about that, work stuff." He sat down with a smile, his eyes landing on Tong Jialu, asking, "Finished eating?"
Tong Jialu packed away her loose powder, her face flushed faintly pink after drinking half a bottle of red wine.
"I've eaten well, Brother Cheng."
Chen Cheng smiled and nodded, "Shall we go then?"
"Sure."
Chen Cheng gestured to the waiter to ask for the bill, but Tong Jialu quickly interjected with a smile, "I've already paid."
"Already paid?"
"When you went to take the call."
This outcome greatly surprised Chen Cheng, the meal would cost at least ten thousand yuan, and Tong Jialu had quietly settled the bill, which astonished him.
He laughed awkwardly, "How could I let you pay? Didn't we agree that I was going to treat you?"
"Brother Cheng, you helped me meet this month's loan quota at the bank, and then had me help you with this 2 million yuan commercial bill."
