"What do you mean? Haven't these bottles already been paid for? What other expenses could there be?"
Tang Ming pointed blankly at the bottles on the table, wondering if these people were trying to double charge him.
"The alcohol on the table has indeed been consumed but before your girlfriend left, she bought all of our store's precious and rare collections, saying that you would take care of the bill."
The waiter smiled and pulled out a bill, "Eight bottles of Lafite, five bottles of Rémy Martin, seven bottles of Louis XIII... totaling 3.2 million. Would you like to pay by card or in cash?"
"Pfft!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Ming almost spat blood, having lowered his guard. He didn't expect that the woman's intent of eagerly grabbing the bill three times earlier was to trap him into a several-million swindle with such audacity.
"Are you sure there's no mistake? Did she consume over 3 million by herself?"
