When Yuan Chun returned home, she saw Lin Baoshan with a sullen face.
She put on a stern face and said unhappily, "Lin Baoshan, have you finished cooking?"
"Yuan Chun, let's have a good talk."
"Talk about what? Have you gathered the money you owe me?" Yuan Chun put down her shoulder bag and lay on the recliner.
"Yuan Chun, we are husband and wife. Your money is my money. We don't need to be so particular about it," Lin Baoshan said, suppressing his anger.
Yuan Chun sneered, "Of course you don't want to haggle since you're not the one losing out. But being a freeloader like you is really shameless."
Lin Baoshan clenched his fists, seething with anger, but dared not express it.
