"No," she quickly shook her head, her voice soft, "whenever Qian'er is unhappy, she drags me to the city to shop. She says that shopping improves her mood. Take this and cheer up."
Zhao Rong glanced at the bulging purse in Qing Jun's hand. He knew a bit about the fungible currencies used in Du You City instead of Spirit Stones, especially the Colorful Butterfly Coin, which was quite precious.
However, unlike just now when he accepted tea and autumn clothes, this time, Zhao Rong did not reach out to take it.
Zhao Lingfei looked at Zhao Rong with clear, bright eyes and smiled:
"You are my husband, what's mine is yours, and yours... is still yours. It doesn't matter whose hands the purse is in, what is there that you can't accept? A man must not be without money, and you shouldn't lack expenses at the Academy. Brother Rong'er, take the purse. Is there anything else you want? I'll bring it to you when I visit Linlu Academy."
