The little bastard’s eyes went straight.
Thinking to himself, it turned out there was so much to know about girls buying a bag.
The little bastard didn’t even blink as he paid first, then clutched his wallet and whimpered. The money was actually compensation from the An Family siblings, and some he had borrowed from Tang Ze.
The sales assistant saw Shi Lan spending a six-figure sum, and probably in a good mood, brought out the bag.
Turns out, another card swiping was needed, wuuu wuuu wuuu...
Shi Lan simply laughed.
"Wasn’t it you who said, if someone else has it, your sister has to have it too?"
"At worst, I’ll work harder and earn more money," An Yang said with the resolve of someone going to the execution ground, then removed his mask to do a facial recognition payment. At that moment, the cashier glanced down at him a few times before asking.
"Are you... An Lan’s brother?"
The little bastard didn’t expect to be recognized and was about to speak.
Then the sales assistant added, "I’ve seen the news about your jumping off a building..."
"No, you’ve got the wrong person." The little bastard quickly settled the bill and then put his mask back on.
The sales assistant asked the siblings to wait, then went to handle the invoice and packaging. Meanwhile, Shi Lan said to the little bastard, "Go pick something you like."
Shi Lan nodded her head.
An Yang went straight to the belt section. At this point, Shi Lan overheard a few sales assistants nearby chuckling: "Who would have thought, he’s really An Lan’s brother. Used to live on usurious loans, and now he’s out shopping in a luxury store? Such a bad character, how does he have the face to show up?"
After hearing this, Shi Lan’s mouth corners turned up coldly, and she approached them, saying, "Why be embarrassed? Your mouth is so sharp, yet you also came out, right?"
Upon hearing Shi Lan’s retort, the other party’s face turned red, and they hurried off.
Seeing this, Shi Lan pulled down her own mask and said to the other staff, "A brother buying something for his sister doesn’t mean she’s being kept by a rich woman, nor is it overspending through a loanshark. I think I should remind your manager to train the staff better. Is it okay to gossip about a customer’s privacy so casually?"
Realizing it was An Lan, the sales assistants immediately lowered their heads.
This sister was simply invincible, with an illustrious record of victories.
They didn’t want to stir up trouble.
Originally, Shi Lan planned to cover today’s expenses when the little bastard went to pick something. But she had already boasted that it was her brother buying her things, so the bill had to be paid by the little bastard himself.
An Yang was gone for a few minutes and came back empty-handed, forcing a smile: "Sis, I didn’t find anything I liked, let’s go."
"You heard it all?" Shi Lan asked, making an educated guess.
An Yang nodded, then said, "I should bear it. Who told me..."
"The only person you troubled was me, not someone else, so why should others gossip?" Shi Lan said this while casting a glance at the few sales assistants, "What? Never seen a prodigal son return?"
The little bastard was almost moved to tears by Shi Da’s demeanor.
"Sis, I will definitely make it big. Then, I’ll be the one protecting you."
This little bastard was always talking big.
Shi Lan nodded her head, her wish to buy a bag fulfilled. After they returned to the car, Shi Lan received a call from Yan Shixiu.
"When will you be home?"
"I’ve kept Mrs. Chen here."
Shi Lan smiled and said, "I guessed as much."
"She will make your favorite pastries."
"I’m coming back soon."
Hearing Shi Lan mention going back, the little bastard knew she was busy and quickly said, "Sis, you go back. I’m heading to the dormitory."
Shi Lan took out a card from her bag and handed it to the little bastard: "Today’s bag, I’ll foot the bill myself. When you truly have the ability later on, come and show off your strength to me. I have most things that other girls don’t have, but I’m still missing a brother who can make me proud. Work hard on your own."
The little bastard’s pride was hurt, and he chose to take a taxi and leave on his own.
Shi Lan looked towards the driver’s seat, then asked, "Why do I feel like he cares more about your feelings? His eyes were always darting your way."
"Probably because men fear having their pride wounded in front of other men the most," Huo Zhao answered.
"Is that so?" Shi Lan asked back, "What’s your take on him?"