"No, use mine," Gao Ran insisted.
The two of them stood there at an impasse until a sensible female employee took Gao Ran's ICBC bank card; that was his salary card.
"I'll take yours, sir." The female employee smiled and took Gao Ran's card from him.
Damn it… Zhu Lingling felt incredibly awkward.
"Ahem… stupid cop, I really didn't want you to pay. You already spent 700 during lunch today, those two rich a$$holes left right after lunch. I'm speechless… I feel bad for us normal folks," Zhu Lingling complained about Huo Mian and Qin in a comical way.
Gao Ran looked down and laughed, "It's okay, I'll make sure to visit his mansion some time and steal a bottle of his wine. A bottle of his wine is worth my year's salary."
"I know how little you earn, can you not pretend to be rich?"
"It's okay, it's just 10,000 yuan. Ahem… It's two months of my salary." Gao Ran was embarrassed to tell her how little he earned.
