Su Yiyi also looked at the string of numbers at this moment, and was immediately dumbstruck, stammering, "Brother Li, this... this..."
Li Yifei had already pressed enter by that time, and with a slight smile, he said, "You're in charge of this money; use it however you want."
"But... this is too much." Su Yiyi shook her head vigorously, terrified by such a large figure.
Li Yifei chuckled softly, wrapped his arm around Su Yiyi's shoulders, and said softly, "Yiyi, although I can't give you the title of a wife, in my heart, you are my wife. It's normal for a wife to handle the money. Besides, I haven't given you all my money, so you shouldn't feel any burden."
"Brother Li!" Li Yifei's words were so moving that tears flowed from Su Yiyi's eyes, and she leaned softly against Li Yifei's shoulder.
"I want it too, I want it too, Uncle, I'm also your wife, and I don't need a title either," Chu Xiaoyao knelt on the bed, grabbed Li Yifei's arm, and shook it vigorously.
