What If She Doesn't Want to Talk to a R*tard?

This time, everyone was shocked!

Oh no, except for Ning Mengmeng and Lu Xiaoyao.

Song Qiqi's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Why… How is that possible?"

However, the next moment, she seemed to have realized something and sneered again. "Could it be that you have money in this card and deliberately made it black?"

Ning Mengmeng was speechless.

What if she didn't want to talk to a r*tard?

Ning Mengmeng took the black card. The lady at the counter was very skilled and fast. She wrapped the watches in less than a minute and handed it to Ning Mengmeng with both hands.

"Ma'am, these are your watches."

At this moment, the counter lady no longer had any messy thoughts toward Ning Mengmeng, only respect and flattery.

The corners of Lu Xiaoyao's mouth curled up slightly. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at Song Qiqi mockingly. "Do you think everyone is as bored as you? You…"