"Alright, Mr. Su, please wait!"
Zhang Xinyi said as she left, and Dong Jianwen looked at the service staff and the environment around him, softly saying.
"Brother, how much does a meal here cost?"
As he spoke, he fished out a plastic bag from his pouch, which Su Xuan glanced at and noticed it seemed like one for holding yellow wine, containing some coins inside?
"Don't worry, it's on me!"
Su Xuan felt a bit embarrassed. Although Dong Jianwen had been a boss before, he never truly enjoyed the luxury. After leaving the army, he tried everything but couldn't make much money. Finally, he managed to make a name for himself with Deng Xiaolu, only for trouble to arise again. So, Dong Jianwen actually seemed like the real, pragmatic migrant worker.
"That's not right. We're brothers, but money should be clear. Today, you came with me for the blind date. If I let someone else pay, I won't feel right about it. If you're adamant, then I'll leave!"
Dong Jianwen said seriously.
