Shen Jue handed the phone to Rong Qingqing, "Pick for yourself."
Rong Qingqing sat there, amazed at how Shen Jue saw through her need to spend his money rather than lacking phone credit, and also amazed at when Shen Jue became so agreeable.
Rong Qingqing held Shen Jue's phone, secretly thinking.
That shout of Shen the philanthropist wasn't for nothing.
Rong Qingqing was quite happy, lying back down with her head on the edge of the bed, facing Shen Jue's knees, placing Shen Jue's phone on the bed, and then opened a shopping app.
With a hundred yuan, there were many things to choose from.
The difficult part was not spending even a penny more or less.
Rong Qingqing, browsing the shopping app, mumbled softly, "A hundred yuan, a hundred yuan, can't spend even a dime more."
Shen Jue snickered, "I'm not worried about the little money you spend."
Rong Qingqing looked up at Shen Jue, agreeing, "I also think you must be someone who's not short on money."
