Upon hearing Xi Mohan's words, Ning Wan instinctively walked toward the headboard and bent down to open the drawer, where she indeed found a bank card.
Ning Wan took the bank card out and, with a hint of joking tone, spoke to Xi Mohan on the other end of the phone, "Xi Mohan, you gave me a bank card, are you really planning to support me?"
The man on the other end of the phone suddenly went silent.
Support me?
Hmm... it does feel that way.
The man's eyes deepened instantly.
Ning Wan regretted her words almost immediately, nearly biting her own tongue, and hurriedly said with some embarrassment, "I... I was just joking, don't take it seriously."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Xi Mohan hung up the phone.
Ning Wan, "..."
Damn, is he really angry?
She was really just joking.
Looking at the phone that had already gone black, she suddenly felt like crying but had no tears.
She really, really... was just joking.
