C148 Thirteen Years Late for Pocket Money

Because she couldn't get even if she got, like now, too hypocritical.

Mu Shinian self-deprecatingly hooked her lower lip and returned the card to Tong Wanzhi. She smiled faintly and raised her chin, "Since I was five years old, you have left my life. Thirteen years have passed and you finally remembered to give me money."

Tong Wanzhi's face froze and then slowly turned white