Lin Beichen noticed that the jacket Lan Zihua picked for him was made of leather, with a novel style and excellent quality.
"She's really thoughtful, choosing such a nice outfit for me," Lin Beichen thought to himself, but didn't express it.
However, when Lan Zihua approached the counter to pay, her face suddenly turned pale.
"We have a bit of a problem," she said awkwardly to Lin Beichen.
Lin Beichen asked concernedly, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Lan Zihua smiled wryly, "I didn't bring my wallet or phone."
She had been so busy lately that she forgot about these everyday matters.
Lin Beichen laughed upon hearing this; this careless girl indeed had such an adorable side.
At this moment, the clerk behind the counter looked at them, a cold smile on her lips: "No money, huh? So, do you have money?"
The clerk was obese, ugly-looking, and had a rude, arrogant attitude.
Lin Beichen didn't argue with her but handed over a bank card instead.
