C39 The Donation
Zhao Han was in the process of transferring funds when Mo Qianqian interjected, "Young Master Han, aren't you being a bit stingy?"
Zhao Han paused, chuckled, and pocketed his phone. "Fine, I won't donate a dime then."
Mo Qianqian's brow furrowed. "What did you just say?"
"If you think a hundred thousand is too measly, then I won't donate at all."
Mo Qianqian rose to her feet abruptly