At this moment, Netherworld's phone vibrated. The eyes under the golden mask swept across the screen, and then the corners of his lips curled up slightly. Although he didn't really like Xing Yue, there was something Xing Yue said that was right. Spending money on Feng Qing would indeed improve his mood. Moreover, the more she spent, the happier he would be.
Looking at the booth owner who was grinning from ear to ear and praising Feng Qing while helping her pack, Feng Jianing's face was almost the same color as coal. She never expected that Feng Qing could actually take out money. Didn't she just give the Feng family five billion?
