An Jian thought for a moment and said seriously, "I trust you. I only ask for food, and you certainly won't deny me that. But if I hand over my salary to my wife, she might run away with the family money with another man, like my mother did. Wouldn't that be pointless then?"
Jiang Mingyue: "..." Though just a few words, Jiang Mingyue could guess why he was so fixated on this point.
Indeed, everyone's temperament flaws have their causes, a law of cause and effect.
"Your biological mom?"
"Yeah." Rare in this world! Though, if it were in later generations, it wouldn't be surprising.
Jiang Mingyue rarely didn't fight him for the chicken legs, giving both to An Jian.
"Eat up, these chicken legs are to comfort your wounded heart, brother."
What followed didn't require Jiang Mingyue to change the subject; An Jian did it himself.
"Do you know Wenren Zhou, Qi Wen, and Xia Nuansheng? You surely don't know, and neither do I."
