C39 The Donation

Zhao Han was in the process of transferring funds when Mo Qianqian interjected, "Young Master Han, aren't you being a bit stingy?"

Zhao Han paused, chuckled, and pocketed his phone. "Fine, I won't donate a dime then."

Mo Qianqian's brow furrowed. "What did you just say?"

"If you think a hundred thousand is too measly, then I won't donate at all."

Mo Qianqian rose to her feet abruptly