"Dad, you've already taken one of my Chinese dragons!" Shen Xingchen's teeth were grinding.

"Didn't I give you another 30,000 yuan in pocket money? 30,000 yuan! Do you know that many people's annual salary is less than half of your pocket money?"

After Father Shen said this righteously, he added: “I just happen to have an important female business partner, this is just right for her as a gift.”

Shen Xingchen was speechless.

So you are addicted to stealing your son’s things?

"Why don't you just give me more money to buy it? By the way, where did you buy it?"

"It's not available anymore." Shen Xingchen said depressedly.

"Um?"

When Shen Xingchen thought of this, he was so angry that his teeth itched: "I don't know where a group of sinister and despicable villains suddenly appeared and bought everything in an instant!"

If he knew who spread the news, he would beat the person till his face was covered with blood... Shen Xingchen became more and more angry the more he thought about it, and he even wanted to drag out all nine clans of the other party and beat them up!

My little cousin, who just walked in from outside with a happy look on his face, shuddered for no reason.

…

On the other end, the knock on the door sounded again.

Xu Shang, who was making a custom clay sculpture based on the photo, opened the door and sighed to Jiang Sanjie: "What happened again?"

"Chairman, please add some more goods!"

"Isn't it just made up..."

"Our clay sculpture experience store is sold out again."

Xu Shang: “…”

No, it’s really gone this time.