Xue Yang unhesitatingly took back his bank card. "Once you've used up the money I transfer you, Mrs. Zhong, I'll consider letting you use this card."
He knew perfectly well that not a single penny he transferred to Zhong Hailan each month had been touched. She had saved all of it. As for why she was saving it, that was obvious—to have a safety net for him in the future. But never mind the future. Now that he could earn money, he didn't want his parents to be so frugal. They should spend money when they needed to. Otherwise, what was the point of him earning it?
Zhong Hailan slapped Xue Yang on the head.
"You brat! Got a wife and forgot about your mom, have you?"
Lin Xi watched, completely bewildered. Why are they suddenly fighting again?
Xue Yang clutched his aching head. "A wife is a wife, and a mom is a mom. How can you mix the two up?"
"I think you're just itching for a beating."
