C20 Smack Oneself in the Face

"Six … Six hundred thousand? " Zhao Xuan turned around stiffly with a constipated expression.

This special meal was worth six hundred and sixty thousand yuan?

"This handsome guy is really a rich young master, should I swipe my card or cash?" The corner of Lin Qingxue's mouth lifted slightly.

She was the one who ordered these two bottles of wine. She originally planned to buy them as a gift