Qian Hao felt more and more humiliated!
All at once, he pointed at Lin Dong, his anger stemming from embarrassment, and said,
"Lin Dong, how dare you play me! I'm going to make you pay!"
Lin Dong spread his hands, laughingly said,
"Aren't you really rich? Why do you get angry over spending such a small amount of money?"
"How can that be the same?" Qian Hao rolled his eyes, of course, it was different.
Several million, for a rich young master like himself, nicknamed 'the Prodigal Son,' naturally didn't mean much.
Sometimes, his pocket money for a single day exceeded that amount.
His anger was because not only did he spend money, but he was also played and had lost face!
Money was a small matter, but losing face was a serious issue!
He had to retrieve his lost dignity!
"Manager? Where's the manager? Tell him to come here immediately!" At the moment, he yelled towards the inside of the shop.
The manager of the shop, hearing the outcry, hurriedly ran out.