"Stalking you?"
Mu Shaochen laughed with arrogance and disdain.
He leaned back against the chair behind him, his long fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest. "What about you is worth my tracking? Are you more handsome than me or richer than me?"
"Both are better than you."
Fu Minghan said sarcastically, "Didn't you give all your money to Wanwan? You dare compare wealth with me? The only thing you have over me now is thicker skin."
"So, you think you are richer than me and want to show off, or do you think I will give up the top spot to you."
"I don't need you to let me, I'm richer than you."
As he spoke, Fu Minghan took advantage of the remaining phone signal to log into the audio APP, top up, and tip.
Mu Shaochen watched his smile and asked nonchalantly, "How much do you plan to tip so that I can't catch up?"
"Five million each."
Fu Minghan lifted his eyelids to glance at him.
Then he lowered his head and continued to operate.
