When Su Bei went out, she had only applied a little bit of lipstick. Her eyebrows were exquisite, and her cheeks were flushed red, making her look exquisite and outstanding.
"I finally know why you chose that man." Hua Cuo, who was sitting opposite Su Bei, took out a cigarette and lit it up. "Little Fifth Sister, you've been treated so well that you've become even more beautiful."
"Fourth Sister!" Su Bei was embarrassed by her words.
Hua Cuo knocked on the table lightly. "But love is love. Let me remind you, don't throw your life away. Manage your own money well. It's not easy to control a rich man."
Her occupational disease was acting up again. When looking at the relationship between husband and wife, she would first look at each of their assets. Everything else was secondary.
Su Bei smiled. "He should be the one managing his money well. Not me, right?"
