Keeping the promise

Ma Shilan looked fresh and simple in a beige windbreaker, as if it was tailor-made for her. Several people were optimistic about this dress.

"It looks good, how much is the waiter?"

"3500"

……

As soon as the price was announced, everyone was stunned. Ma Shilan took off her clothes and handed them to the waiter.

"I asked the waiter to pack up this dress. Some people, if they can't afford it, shouldn't they just try it on?" The woman who came in laughed as she walked through the crowd, walked up to the waiter and handed her a card, looking at Ma Shilan with contempt. The waiter saw that someone wanted to buy it and planned to pack it up.

Zheng Wancheng stepped forward, grabbed Ma Shilan, pulled her behind him and glared at the waiter, "Wait a minute, everything is on a first come first served basis. Why should we pack up the clothes we wanted first? We only asked you to pack them up, not resell them. Is the purpose of this store just for you to look at them?" He was merciless in every word, as if he was lecturing his employees. His aura made several people admire him.

Ma Shilan knew that the price of the clothes was expensive for those students who had just graduated, so she reached out and pulled the clothes to indicate that the clothes should be given to her. Zheng Wancheng turned around and gave her a reassuring look.

The girl standing next to the woman also looked at them with disdain, "Do you know who this is? How dare they talk to our Sister Rong like that?"

"Tsk, no matter who you are, you are a thousand-year-old fox, what are you trying to do with me?" Yang Wenju, who couldn't stand it anymore, also replied. The waiter was also embarrassed, "Everyone, wait a moment, I'll go ask the manager and decide who to give the clothes to."

Both parties were waiting in the store, and the strong smell of gunpowder filled the air...

In a few minutes, the waiter came out and walked towards the woman. The woman saw the waiter's attitude and a smug smile on her face was obvious. The waiter's words were like a thunderbolt and stopped there. She couldn't believe it. "I'm sorry, Miss Wang Rong. The manager asked me to hand over the clothes to this lady."

She walked towards Zheng Wancheng with an apologetic look on her face and said, "I'm sorry, miss. This is our VIP card. The manager asked me to pass it to you." Zheng Zhen didn't react and took it in her hand. The woman next to her looked at her with a grim face and stomped her feet and left.

"Accept it! It might be a gift from one of your fans." Wang Xiaoyu looked at the hesitant woman and advised her to accept it. Zheng Wancheng took a look and accepted the VIP card, then handed the clothes to Ma Shilan, "Here, my beautiful girl, your clothes." The few people shopped for another afternoon. After seeing Zhong Chunjie off, the others took a taxi back. Zheng Wancheng rode a shared bicycle slowly along the path, still wondering about the gift of clothes.

boom……

Zheng Wancheng was distracted and did not see the luxury car in front of him. The handlebar of the bicycle scratched the side door, leaving an irrelevant mark that ruined the style of the luxury car. Zheng Wancheng fell to the side of the road, looked up at the scratch, felt bad, and held the shared bicycle without paying attention to the scratches on his body. "Sir, I'm sorry, your bike was scratched like this. I will take responsibility and compensate you for it." His attitude was humble and polite, and people could tell at a glance that he wanted to handle the matter properly.

Through the car window, she saw the person behind her typing away on the keyboard, ignoring her. The person in the driver's seat opened the car door and said, "Miss, how are you going to compensate? This is the latest McLaren, worth more than 500 million. If I want to change the paint, it will cost at least 200 million. How are you going to compensate?"