1763. When you're old, I'll take care of you
Bringing up old words again, Mu Anran wished there was a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Support Yu Lingqian?
Please, that's the biggest joke of the year, isn't it?
Even if her studio gets on track and she earns tens of millions in dividends every year, it's not enough to support Yu Lingqian.
Her husband is very picky in every aspect.
Whether it's food, clothing, housing, transportation, or anything else, he's at the point of being extremely demanding.
No matter how hard Mu Anran works each of the 365 days a year, she can't afford to raise this deity!
Confronting Yu Lingqian's provocation, Mu Anran poked her index fingers together, "I just, um, got a little too excited and said something out of line, didn't I? Please don't take it seriously, hubby!"
"But I already took it seriously, what should we do?" Yu Lingqian raised his eyebrow.
