That night, a card suddenly appeared in Chenxing's wallet. She lay on the bed and studied it carefully, pondering her husband's intentions: "Shaocheng, should this be used as a birthday gift for Hua Hua?"
Gu Shaocheng was flipping through a document and didn't even lift his head: "It's for you."
"But Hua Hua wants it more." She looked at him.
Gu Shaocheng frowned: "With the way he spends money, even if I were a mountain of gold, he'd squander it all in a few months. His pocket money can only be given monthly, not in one lump sum like a treasury."
Chenxing agreed wholeheartedly, but: "What should we give him as a birthday gift?"
"You decide. In matters of home, you handle it; don't ask me about giving gifts in the future, make your own decisions." Gu Shaocheng adjusted his gold-framed glasses, feeling cheated and couldn't resist pulling out his phone to call Tian Junhao, venting his pent-up grievances!
The response was a series of "beep beep" busy signals.
