1312 Poisonous Lightbulb

Seeing how much Bai Qingqing cherished money, Curtis knew that she didn't have much of it. Likely because of that, she wasn't living too well. As her spouse, never mind if he couldn't support her. To think he even needed to use her money.

He must earn money as quickly as possible so that Snow could forever be rid of this darned sense of crisis.

Earn money and support you—although these words sounded tacky, it was practical. Just these words alone were enough to flutter the hearts of women. Moreover, Bai Qingqing understood Curtis's feelings for her.

To her ears, these were the most moving and romantic words on earth. She giggled and leaned against Curtis's chest with a blissful expression.

"Alright, hurry up and sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow," said Bai Qingqing.