"We're discussing this; if you disagree, I will respect your opinion. Do you think I'm giving my parents too much money? If you have any concerns, just say it! Your silence is making me anxious."
A flash of worry passed through Jiang Xiaoxiao's eyes.
Song Moting flicked Jiang Xiaoxiao's nose with his finger.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"You, what are you worried about? Your man has already told you, I'm your rock, your support, your confidence. No matter what you do, I've got your back, so what are you afraid of! Do whatever you want, don't overthink things in the future.
Your man is not that petty. The money you earn will be yours, and the money I earn will be yours too. Besides, being filial to your parents—isn't that a given? As for your brothers and sisters, their lives aren't easy either. Since we can help, we should lend a hand a little.
