Qianmo was indeed greedy when faced with Black's blatant indulgence. She didn't bother to hide or pretend at all. "2002's Star Wars Imperial Star Destroyer with 3000+ parts. The current market value is unknown. It's just bloody expensive."
"Yes."
Mamma Mia!
Qianmo felt ardor and zeal coursing through her blood, feeling a rush of adrenaline. She covered her mouth in surprise. This was not a man; this was the pocket of Doraemon. It had everything she desired.
"Besides the few out-of-production sets you have mentioned, I have also ordered the latest World Trade Center that has 8000+ parts. I wonder if you are willing—"
"I'm willing, willing, willing!" Qianmo hugged him around his neck straight away and kissed him on his cheek.
Mu Mianmian was "fossilized" on the spot. Hey, I'm still here, okay?
