"Wife, we can still make calls, though international calls are a bit expensive, but your husband here is quite good at making money," Meng Siyu thumped his chest, assuring her.
Tang Yue looked up and asked with a smile, "Great, is my husband planning to spend his entire salary on phone calls?"
"Why not?" Meng Siyu asked rhetorically, as if it was the most natural thing. He leaned in, his usual cooler demeanor nowhere in sight, smiling sweetly and saying, "If my salary isn't enough, my wife will support me, right?"
"Support, definitely." Tang Yue couldn't stop laughing.
But after a long wait, Tang Yue realized that this type of support was different from what she had in mind.
When she couldn't even get out of bed because of Meng Siyu's pestering, the regret deep inside her heart was immense, vowing not to agree so quickly next time.
