Song Huanyan looked at Yun Jianchen with a gaze as if laced with poison. Her hand pinched Yun Jianchen's waist firmly twice.
"Those resources were introduced to me by others." Yun Jianchen said calmly, "I didn't want them, but shouldn't they be used instead of wasted? Even waste can be reused."
It hurts!
Ever since his wife got pregnant, she gradually developed a habit of pinching people.
Pinching the soft flesh on his waist, every pinch was spot on.
"Someone introduced you to resources?" Song Huanyan raised an eyebrow.
Yun Jianchen fell silent.
Although he was married, in their circle, it's common to see married men indulging in outside pleasures. Someone of his status naturally had countless people eager to curry favor, introducing or presenting all kinds of beauties to him.
However, he refused them all.
He was a man with a wife, and he kept himself clean, unlike those men who couldn't control their lower halves.
