C407 A Protective Talisman

Kung Qianqian raised her eyelids and looked at Faang Yang vigilantly. "What the hell are you planning again? I don't have money!"

Faang Yang smiled. He was just joking. He would not really go to Kung Qianqian's place to ask for money. If he was really joking, there was no other way. As long as he told Kung Hanyuan, how much money would he need?

After Meng Xin operated on the computer