After a moment of silence, Qin Ruohan unfolded the note in his hand. She had really written down her bank account number and the name of the account holder.
His beautiful eyes were inscrutable as he looked at Ye Caitang.
"Honey, do I not keep you warm and fed?"
Ye Caitang blinked her thick eyelashes and smiled.
"Yes, you do. But…"
"For a woman, what's the use of just being kept warm and fed? She needs to have money to take care of herself."
Her beautiful face brimmed with seriousness, and rare maturity and sensibility.
"In today's society, how many married women have been heartlessly abandoned by their husbands and driven out of the house penniless?"
Qin Ruohan glanced at the serious Ye Caitang and could not help but raise his thick eyebrows.
"Do you mean to control the purse strings?"
Ye Caitang could not guess Qin Ruohan's thoughts and hurriedly shook her head.
