Rong Yan and Qin Ye made a trip to the nearby bank.
She left only a hundred in her passbook and withdrew the rest.
Seeing this, Qin Ye immediately passed over his share, "Wife, take this too, there's still eight thousand in it."
"No need." Rong Yan could touch the money he had given her before but wouldn't touch what he was giving her now.
After all, his company needed to operate and required working capital.
"Take this, I'll soon have a settlement from a project coming in. You know the password." He now always used her birthday from her ID card as the password.
He had seen her ID card, and after he memorized it, he always used that date as the password.
"Really, it's not necessary. Take it back, I already have enough." Rong Yan pushed the passbook back to him, "If I needed it, would I still be polite with you?"
That last sentence successfully shut Qin Ye up.
He had no choice but to take the passbook back.
