After hanging up the phone, Xia Chen'an snatched the check from Han Jingnian's hand, pointing towards the door: "Get out! I never want to deal with you again, you heartless, ungrateful man!"
Han Jingnian nodded, his face calm, took two steps back, and actually turned around to leave.
Watching Han Jingnian's retreating back, Xia Chen'an gritted his teeth, then glanced down at the check in his hand—two yuan.
Two yuan?
Why isn't it one yuan? Why isn't it three yuan? What does two yuan mean—is it a dig at him being the number two?
"Wait!"
Xia Chen'an caught up with Han Jingnian, shoved the check into his chest—"I want to cash this!"
Han Jingnian, who had already reached the doorway, glanced at Zhang Te, sitting not far away on a couch, and instructed, "Exchange it for him."
Zhang Te quickly ran over, glanced at the amount on the check, pulled out his wallet, shuffled for a while, and handed Xia Chen'an two coins.