As soon as Mo Huasong heard, his face darkened.
"Huasong, you're not going to not get the tickets, are you?" Su Weidong became nervous when he saw Mo Huasong like this.
Du Ling is looking forward to the show. If Mo Huasong can't get the tickets, he'd go buy scalped tickets, even if they're several times the price.
Mo Huasong straightened his chest: "Weidong, you know what I'm capable of, can't I even get these two tickets?"
"Right, you have a car worth tens of millions, these two tickets are nothing. Besides, you and Xiao Jie get along well." Su Weidong said with a sycophantic look on his face.
"Of course, as long as I give Xiao Jie a call, she'll send the tickets over to me right away." Mo Huasong said pompously, patting his chest.
"Damn, Sword Spirit girl, the master is getting better and better at bragging." The Fire Spirit muttered in Mo Huasong's Spiritual Sea.
"Call me sister, I'm older than you." Sword Spirit pouted.
