Drip, drip, drip—
The messages were still coming in frequently. When Qiao Yonghui saw the string of zeros flashing on the screen, his blood pressure shot up!
He swiped his phone to dial Jian Xi's number.
"What are you doing?"
"Shopping!" Jian Xi held the phone while continuing to point at items, "That one, that one, wrap them all up for me!"
"Enough! You home-wrecker, stop buying!" Qiao Yonghui's hand was trembling as he held the phone!
Every single message symbolized the blood and sweat of his labor—his money! Tens of thousands were being squandered away!
"President Qiao, isn't this unequal treatment?" Jian Xi smiled faintly, "You didn't feel any heartache when Yingying was swiping her card, did you?"
"She…" Qiao Yonghui choked up.
Money is something you have to be selective about whom to spend it on!
For someone worthy, he wouldn't bat an eyelid no matter how much they spent. Money, after all, was made to be used.
But for someone unworthy, even a penny spent is painful!
