Hualing's voice was shrill and sharp, and Chen Shouwang hurried over to close the door, pulling her aside and said, holding back his anger, "I'm not saying I won't give it to you, it's just, there are so many places where money needs to be spent, right? When you said you wanted to sell the fan, we didn't have enough money, and I even borrowed some. You know my allowance isn't high, and we still need to pay for that fan. Baby, could you just bear with it and use your salary first? I promise, next month, I'll give you every cent without fail."
Hualing tossed his hand off and screamed, "If there's no money, then don't sponsor those books and teachings, okay? We're married now, we have our own small home, and of course, we should take care of our own family first. If you can't afford it, why are you pretending to be the Big Head?"
