The moment he said that, Fang Ran realized it.
His own stupidity.
He wanted nothing more than to slap himself hard across the face!
For fuck's sake, was that something a gentleman should say?!
Even if you'd never picked up a girl, hadn't you seen other people do it?
The atmosphere in the shop instantly became incredibly awkward, and the saleswoman openly showed her contempt this time.
The girl was stunned too. She had never expected Fang Ran to say something like that, but she quickly recovered. Grabbing the corner of his clothes, her big eyes beneath her black-rimmed glasses gleamed like glass, as though she were afraid he would run away.
"Ah, it's fine. I know a restaurant really well."
"Ah, oh, okay."
Having completely failed to anticipate this situation, the flustered Fang Ran used three short, forceful words to express the meager result of his current thoughts.
"Then, shall we go?"
The girl held onto Fang Ran and was already standing closer to the door than he was. She looked at him expectantly as she spoke, afraid he would refuse.
Fang Ran: "Oh, yeah, sure."
Congratulations, you had successfully captured a single dog who had lost all ability to resist and had never been in a relationship.
"Hey, your phone!"
Seeing two people who had not even known each other moments ago somehow successfully "hold hands," the saleswoman hurriedly called out.
"Oh, leave it here for repairs. I'll come pick it up later."
The girl turned around as she spoke, then pulled the dazed Fang Ran out of the shop.
Looking at the phone, which cost more than two months of her salary, the saleswoman gave a helpless, bitter smile.
Seriously, what kind of rich young lady was she? She did not even want the receipt, just casually