"I'll choose that one, and I also want to take this one home," Li Xingwan said decisively as she paid. She swiped the card, Fu Chengzhou's.
Three years ago, when the original owner married him and was supposed to consummate the marriage, the groom never showed up. But what did show up was such a black card.
She had no idea what the limit was on it, but she only knew that no matter how she spent it, even if she spent hundreds of thousands, or millions in one go every day, it wouldn't run out.
So, for these three years, with her husband not home, she was in a state of spending freely with the black card.
Utterly thrilling!
Fu Chengzhou rarely showed a hint of indulgence in his eyes. "That's fine."
Over there, Fu Xiaomo, he was circling the clothes for adults, round and round. He wanted to pick something unique, something that would dazzle both his daddy and mommy—especially his daddy.
For mommy, he wanted to choose something pretty and beautiful.
