"We should be there soon, there might be a bit of a traffic jam..." Song Youman said. Thinking of Xia Wan'an's recent comment, "In two years of marriage, he has not given me a dime," she could not help but mentally rip Han Jingnian to shreds again. Then she asked, "An'an, in these two years, that heartless pretty boy has not given you a single cent? Where did you get your spending money? Or was it what your parents gave you..."
Xia Wan'an shook her head, "No. I've been married, I can't keep taking my parents' money. I earn my own money and I saved quite a bit when I was in university..."
Song Youman curiously asked, "How much did you save?"
Xia Wan'an, who was on the verge of falling asleep, mumbled, "Sorry, I can't tell you."
Song Youman bristled, "Why not?"
"I'm afraid you'll borrow money from me." Xia Wan'an protected her small bag, which she always carried with her, then continued to comfortably fall asleep.
Song Youman: "..."
