"Godfather, since I'm helping you manage the supermarket, how about you just waive the cost of these few cups of milk tea?"
"Am I not paying you a salary for that?"
"You can just call it an employee benefit," Cui Hao said.
"Or would you prefer I deduct the cost of the tea from your salary?"
Cui Hao quickly waved his hands. "I was wrong, I was wrong! I'll pay. I'll pay right now."
With that, he took a black wallet from his pocket, pulled out a hundred-yuan bill, and flamboyantly handed it to Song Fan. "Keep the change," he declared grandly.
"Thank you."
Song Fan cheerfully took the bill, then turned and got busy, meticulously preparing a Photinia flower fruit tea for Deng Baoling.
Cui Hao, having just made his "generous donation," grew much quieter. His gaze, however, was firmly fixed on Deng Baoling, eagerly awaiting her reaction to the Photinia flower fruit tea.
