After his darling had spent a red bill, he curled his lips into a knowing smile. "Honey, is it good?"
"It's delicious. Anything bought with your pocket money is delicious," Holly Winslow said, blinking as she ate.
Mortimer Quincy chuckled, then said, "Oh?" He pointed at the money she was still clutching in her hand. "But it's not mine."
"It's from my honey's personal treasury."
Hearing the word "treasury," Holly Winslow didn't immediately catch on. "My what treasury?" she asked, confused.
The words had barely left her mouth when she suddenly remembered stuffing a few hundred yuan into Mortimer's pocket that morning. "..."
She immediately started to fake-whimper and yell, "Quincy the Puppy, you heartbreaker! Give me back my money! Hurry up and give it back! You even tricked me out of my own money! Is there no justice in this world?!"
"We're breaking up! Breaking up!!"
Mortimer Quincy couldn't hold back his laughter, his shoulders shaking.
