"I'm not lying, I'm just stating the facts."
"There's only five hundred in the red packet. Unless you want to buy an average bike, five hundred isn't enough."
For ordinary families, five hundred could get a decent bike, but not up to Mo Jingchun's expectations.
Suddenly, the whole car went silent.
The atmosphere became a bit tense.
The little one looked up, her bright big eyes almost touching Mo Jingchun's face.
"Brother, how do you know there's only five hundred in the red packet?"
What's the most feared in conversation? It's the sudden awkward silence.
"Hahaha, well, I heard Uncle Xu Pengfei say it."
The little one frowned, "Impossible, Uncle Xu Pengfei likes Guoguo so much, there's definitely more than 500."
"If you don't believe me, I'll call Uncle Xu Pengfei."
"Don't!" Mo Jingchun quickly snatched the phone.
