Su Qingyue walked to the table next to the master bedroom's bed and sat down, with a handful of money "swish" on the table. She asked first, "Fourth Brother, how much money did we earn today? Did Second Brother and Third Brother ask you?"
He shook his head no.
Qingyue didn't look at Second Brother, but looked suspiciously at Third Brother, "Would this petty cat of yours not ask?"
Xiao Yuchuan felt hurt, "Wife, in your heart, am I that greedy? The money is earned by you. As a man, it's already shameful enough that I can't support the family. How much money my wife earns, I rush to ask, am I still a man?"
"All right." She nodded.
He straightened her little head, "Don't nod indiscriminately. What are you so happy about?"
She honestly said, "You said you're not a man, I agreed, and then I nodded..."
"Su Qingyue..." He was so angry that his teeth itched, "Do you want to piss me off to death?"
"You didn't die from being pissed off."
