that night, leng rongrong spent until midnight, spending an average of hundreds of millions an hour. of course, this was only the tip of the iceberg of the money given by her godfathers.
the next morning, mo linyuan's face was gloomy.
"will i never be able to use my card?"
the most depressing thing for a man was that this woman didn't need to rely on him. she was his wife, but she couldn't even spend his money because she couldn't even spend all her own money.
leng rongrong looked up at mo linyuan, her face full of fear. " you ... you're not going to ask me to spend all my money too, are you? "
although she liked to squander, she would have a phobia if she squandered like this.
“……”
wasn't the money earned for her to spend?
didn't she like to spend money?
she didn't want to spend money now?
he did not even receive any information about a single transaction.
