'I've been had!'
At that moment, Han Bin's head was buzzing!
He might be a department head at the Wealth God Association, but his annual salary was only around two million!
This single meal cost almost half his yearly salary. How could he possibly stand it?!
In an instant, Han Bin's face went from pale to red, then from red to purple, until finally, it was a ghastly, pitch-black shade!
"Hm?"
Lin Han's lips curled into a playful smirk as he said,
"What's the matter, Mr. Han? Can't bear to part with the money?"
"If you can't afford it, I can just order less!"
It was a blatant slap in the face.
His words were a raw, undisguised insult!
It wasn't just Lin Han, either.
Even Ye Qing, Gao Jianxiang, and the others started looking at Han Bin differently.
After all, Han Bin had just been boasting that they could order whatever they wanted.
If he went back on his word now, it would be the ultimate humiliation.
