"I want to personally choose my desk."
Mandala looked at Bai Weiwei with an unfriendly expression and said, "And you absolutely cannot ask Grandpa or Grandma, or Sister Zhiqing, or my brother for the money to buy the desk. I want you to earn it with your own hands."
"What?"
Bai Weiwei opened her mouth wide, looking at Mandala, never expecting Mandala to say such a thing.
"What, are you unwilling?"
Mandala squinted at Bai Weiwei, her beautiful eyes flashing with a dangerous aura.
"Willing, willing, how could I not be willing!"
Bai Weiwei took a deep breath, patting her chest as she said, "Manman, don't worry, I'll go out and earn money to buy you the desk right after dinner, as long as you can forgive me."
"Remember, you're not allowed to ask your friends for help, nor reveal your true appearance; you must wear a mask when you go out. If I find out you're secretly asking your friends for help or using your looks to trick people, I won't forgive you for life."
"Ah!"
