Scumbag pesters (1)

Shen chengjing stretched lazily and went to wash up. After she was ready, she took out her phone and called mo Yancheng.

"Uncle,"

"Yes." The man quickly picked up the phone. Hearing her lazy coquettish voice, he chuckled and responded to her.

"You're showing off your wealth to me so early in the morning, is that really a good idea?" She picked up her bag and walked down to the first floor while looking at the bank card in her hand.

It was a black card! She didn't need to look to know that the man must have saved a lot of money for her.

Thinking about it, every time he gave her a red packet, it was tens of thousands of Yuan! It was as if his family owned a bank. She decided to make fun of him.

"Did I?"

"Of course there is. What do you mean by randomly farming?" Shen chengjing's firm voice came through the phone.

"I'm just randomly swiping. " His faint voice was heard.