Lin Qiao looked at her daughter counting one by one and glared at Song Tingfan, "You buy her whatever she wants, who will support her in the future?"
"What did Ling'er buy?"
"A mask."
Song Tingfan hadn't forgotten his wife, of course. He took out a wooden box from the cabinet and added, "It's the latest model."
The contents of this box were far more valuable than those for the two children.
Lin Qiao was left speechless, took it with a couple of grunts, "Have you spent this month's salary already?"
"There's still over ten taels left." Song Tingfan took it out and gave it all to her.
Lin Qiao didn't take it, just clicked her tongue twice, "Having a pension is nice."
As long as the court doesn't act up, Song Tingfan could receive it till he was old. Although it's not much, it's at least a source of income.
And he receives excellent treatment, with the government sending someone to deliver the silver every month, never delaying.
