"But we two don't have any money, and buying things requires money," Bu Mengting said helplessly.
He Qianqian gave Lin Tian a mischievous smile and said, "No worries, he has some."
He Qianqian held up Lin Tian's chin with both hands and asked, "Where's your bank card?"
"In my pocket," Lin Tian said with difficulty, the effort seemed harder than running a hundred miles.
"Found it, this one," Bu Mengting said, holding a bank card.
He Qianqian then asked, "What's the PIN?"
"Your birthday," Lin Tian replied.
He Qianqian nodded in satisfaction and gently placed Lin Tian on the bed.
Bu Mengting got jealous, grabbed Lin Tian's ear, and demanded, "Why didn't you set it to my birthday?"
Lin Tian grimaced in pain and somehow produced another card, saying, "This is your bank card, the secret is your birthday."
Bu Mengting took the bank card with satisfaction and said, "That's more like it."
