Finally...
The man silently pulled out his phone, glaring hatefully at Chen Yan. The woman beside him seemed confused and wanted to shout something, but the man waved her off: "Quiet!"
He took a deep breath, his face showing a vicious expression like a wild dog, timid yet baring his teeth.
"How do I pay?"
Chen Yan turned to look at the child, who silently took out a phone.
The phone was very old, clearly used for several years, a cheap, basic model meant for the elderly.
This thing, how should I put it, even a simple app would freeze after prolonged use.
The child skillfully pulled up a payment code, and the man scanned it, transferring a hundred yuan.
He seemed unwilling, with a hint of grievance—as if he were the victim—and looked angrily at Chen Yan: "Is that enough?"
