Yu Yong clenched his fists. "I'll transfer 35 yuan to you every month like before. Ten yuan is for Yu Xuan's child support. You can keep the remaining 25 yuan for yourself. After all, your expenses are high and you're doing business yourself. If you need anything in the future, you can look for me."
Song Yao's face instantly darkened. She stopped in her tracks and said indifferently, "What do you mean? What do you mean by my expenses are high? Don't you know how much of the 35 yuan you sent me in the past was spent on me?"
"I'm doing this for your own good." Yu Yong didn't know why Song Yao was angry. He straightened his neck and said, "You're doing business now, so you definitely need a lot of money every month. I know your family's conditions. I'll give you more money every month. You don't have to work so hard."
