"How much of the twenty thousand I just gave you do you have left?" Baili Chengye's voice was heavy with exhaustion.
Qi Xinrou's heart "thumped," but she responded with the same sweet, soft voice she always used with Baili Chengye, "What's the matter? Did something happen?"
"How much is left?" Baili Chengye had no patience to beat around the bush and asked again, his voice tinged with impatience.
"About a little over a thousand." Qi Xinrou didn't dare to beat around the bush. She had a premonition that she wouldn't be able to keep the rest of the money, so she reported less than she actually had, which was in fact seven or eight thousand. However, most of it was hidden at home, and she really only had a little over a thousand on her.
"Why so little? How did you spend it all in just one day?" Baili Chengye's brow furrowed deeply, his displeasure evident in his tone.
