A while later, Yigol Novak stopped trading stocks and cashed out directly: "Let's call it a day."
Suri Drew hurriedly said, "Honey, didn't you say you were going to make back the 10 billion dollars? You only just earned 500 million dollars."
"Wife, I like your attitude," Yigol Novak nodded satisfiedly, "But remember, we can make money anytime, but you can't postpone eating until tomorrow. If you get too skinny from hunger, it would break my heart."
Suri Drew blushed and nodded: "Alright."
Yigol Novak turned off the computer, asking, "Wife, what do you fancy to eat?"
Suri Drew casually replied, "Anything is fine."
"Even Orio ice cream?" slipped out of Yigol's mouth.
As soon as the words were out, Yigol suddenly realized his mistake and quickly retreated to the kitchen.
Suri watched Yigol's retreating figure, huffing and puffing, but then she remembered her recent resolve not to lose temper with Yigol anymore.
So, she needs to control herself, control.
