"Fujian, I'm heading out, meeting up with the girls, it's Yuxin, the one you've met before," Wang Lin quickly put on her makeup in the bathroom, then came out and patted her face while giving a heads-up to her boyfriend.
Uncle Eleven Jiang Fujian was still lying in bed, rubbing his waist and grunting, "Alright, have fun, do you want to take the card to spend?"
He had a special card prepared for his girlfriend, with a limit of twenty thousand yuan, which was enough for casual shopping, but if she wanted to make big purchases, she would be blocked by the limit. As a straightforward middle-aged man, this credit card solved many of Jiang Fujian's problems.
Wang Lin came over and kissed Jiang Fujian, and considerately said, "No need, you work hard enough to earn money. It's just shopping with the girls, maybe just a milk tea at the most. I'll leave now and call you in the evening."