For a girl like her, who once deeply craved money and materials, this impact was absolutely nuclear-level.
Just as she was too excited to speak, Tang Song's voice rang out again: "Among it, 100,000 US dollars is your 'personal discretionary fund'. Whether you withdraw it directly, or buy bags or clothes you like, it's all up to you, no need to report to anyone."
"This…" Lin Muxue felt a bit dizzy, her body started to heat up slightly from extreme excitement, her bladder tightening violently, "Is this real?"
"Of course."
Lin Muxue bit her lip and suddenly stood up, her voice trembling: "I... I need to go to the bathroom first!"
She didn't want to spoil the mood since Tang Song had just given her a gift.
But she felt that this time it was particularly urgent, afraid she couldn't control it, leading to a complete breakdown of her persona.
"No rush." Tang Song pulled her wrist back.
"I…" Her face turned bright red with urgency, tears almost falling.
