Alvin looked unhappily at John, who suddenly felt a sense of melancholy, and before Alvin could even open his mouth, John very conscientiously handed over his card, "Your Highness, use mine, use mine, swipe as you please, don't be polite!"
Actually, John's inner monologue was to definitely be polite! Don't buy so much!
Alvin took the card without hesitation, then handed it to the clerk, and asked him for the password.
John gave the password, the clerk swiped the card, Alvin signed, and then directly put John's card into his own bag.
John vaguely heard the sound of his heart breaking.
Then John respectfully picked up a large basket of fruit and followed sadly behind Alvin, with the clerk's wistful gaze behind them.
Foreigners in the capital aren't all that rare, but they still attract attention wherever they go, especially such handsome ones!
