“Use my card. Spend whatever you want.” Bian Yang carefully rehearsed the motion as he pulled out his card, offering up the first fortune he’d ever earned.
Before long, twenty million had been spent. When he tried to pay again, the card showed an insufficient balance. Well, looks like he’ll have to earn more… Otherwise, he won’t be able to afford this money-guzzling sweetheart.
Shen Qingzi: “You look so handsome when you use your card.”
Bian Yang: “Really? I’m not only handsome when I’m using my card.”
A love story between two master trash-talkers. There’s no strongest, only stronger.
What are the odds their relationship will survive?
