Ning Fan still refused to believe that Chen Min could be the kind of person who was vain, calculating, and good at disguise.
"It's not convenient to talk here. Please come with me for a moment."
"Alright."
A puzzled Ning Fan followed Chen Min to a deserted corner.
"Mr. Chen, what is this about?"
Chen Min didn't answer but pulled out a card from his pocket. "This card is for you, it contains two hundred and thirty-eight thousand, the password is today's date."
Ning Fan was completely baffled, having no idea what Chen Min was playing at.
"Surely it's not because I'm handsome that he wants to..."
But Chen Min's next words made Ning Fan feel incredibly ashamed of his own petty thoughts.
"This is for yesterday's bags and perfumes."
Ning Fan quickly shook his head, "Mr. Chen, this absolutely won't do, I absolutely cannot accept this."
"Listen to me."
Chen Min grabbed Ning Fan's hand and forcefully placed the card in his hand.
