Although Qian Haiyi wasn't the kind of rich playboy who drank and gambled, he had been in the entertainment industry since he was young and had never tasted the feeling of not having money. But now, apart from the 20,000 yuan of pocket money on WeChat, he didn't have a single cent left.
20,000 yuan might be half a year or a year's living expenses for ordinary people, but for Young Master Qian, it was not even enough for a meal.
However, he could not believe that his family was really so ruthless. He could only dial his father's number.
Qian Baokun looked at his son's phone and glanced at his wife sitting opposite him. Then, he picked up slowly. "Haiyi, what's the matter?"
"Dad, did you stop my bank card?"
"Yes." Qian Baokun did not hide anything. "Is there a problem?"
"Why?"
"Didn't your mother tell you?"
"But-"
