When they arrived at the market, the taxi fare cost them over ten dollars, leaving them with just over ninety dollars in their hands.
Besides the clothes they were wearing, Fu Jinghen had just picked out a pair of earrings for her. The boss lady gave them a discount, and after purchasing these items, they only had about ten dollars left.
Wen Qiao looked at the crumpled small bills in Fu Jinghen's hand and laughed, "President Fu, you've lived almost thirty years. Is this the first time you've had so little money? I told you not to buy those earrings, then we would have had a bit more left."
"It's fine," Fu Jinghen was not worried at all and looked quite happy, "as long as I'm spending money on you."
"..."
Wen Qiao pinched his finger and silently said, "Tone it down."
Why does he always flirt with her?
It made her feel so fluttery that she might lose control and kiss him in front of the camera.
Fu Jinghen obediently nodded his head.
