"Living expenses?"
Su Liuying looked at him in astonishment. Quan Tianyou just scoffed and said, "Don't be so surprised. Aren't you just after money? Since we've signed that agreement, I won't be stingy with money to support you!"
She bit her lip tightly for a few seconds before speaking, "I don't want the card!"
"You don't want it?"
Quan Tianyou sneered, "Su Liuying, I advise you to think clearly. You're doing this for the money, aren't you?"
He contemptibly stuffed the card into her shirt collar, down to her underwear, "If you're going to be a whore, don't think about playing the saint!"
"You..."
"Also, find time to go to the eye hospital for surgery; your thick glasses disgust me!"
"I..."
The arrogance and humiliation in Quan Tianyou's words wounded her deeply. She struggled to control herself and managed not to let tears flow.
