Liu Huili, with a pale face, held her stomach.
She aggressively questioned Fan Jianguo.
"Fan Jianguo, what do you mean by this? You don't trust me, is that it? I am your wife, my family is not rich, but you can't just look down on all of them. Fine, you wait at home, I'll go to the bank right now to get the money, so you can stop doubting me in your heart."
"Huihui, that's not what I meant, wife, listen to me."
Seeing his wife lose her temper, Fan Jianguo felt somewhat anxious.
He was afraid that his wife might really get too upset, especially since she was pregnant.
"What do you mean by saying that? Are you implying that I married you for your money? In your eyes, am I such a person? If you don't trust me, why did you give me the passbook? I said I wanted my mom to come stay with us, and just look at the face you made.
