They chatted for a bit before Xiao Han and Chen Zihan left the International World Trade Center Tower.
Xiao Han had already spent so much money, and Chen Zihan naturally didn't want to continue spending. Eighty thousand yuan had gone, and it was indeed painful. Not to mention eighty thousand, even eight thousand or eight hundred yuan felt like cutting flesh to him.
"Xiao Han, there really was no need to buy those clothes." Chen Zihan still felt a bit of heartache.
"It's already bought." Xiao Han took Chen Zihan's hand and then said, "So, stop feeling bad about it."
"Ah, alright." Chen Zihan nodded, saying, "It's already bought, but... are you sure your girlfriend won't mind?"
Xiao Han turned to look at Chen Zihan, a playful look flashing in her eyes.
"What do you mean by that?" Xiao Han smiled slightly and said, "Aren't you my girlfriend?"