How Did You Fancy a Little Piece of Trash Like Me? (2)

Qiao Qiao looked up from his arms. "You're giving me money again?"

"Again? That's not very accurate." The smile on Shao Jingmo's face deepened. "Every sum of money I have is shared between us. Currently, there's no liquidity under your name. I'm not lending you money or giving you charity. I'm giving you convenience."

Qiao Qiao wasn't very happy. "I'm already so prodigal, yet you're still at ease giving me so much money. If I spend all my money, are we going to beg on the streets?"

"Then let's see if you'll spend all the money I earn first, or if we'll go begging on the streets together."

Just as Shao Jingmo finished speaking, a gurgling sound came from the stove behind him. The soup in the pot was boiling, and a little of the soup splashed out along the lid. Shao Jingmo immediately pushed Qiao Qiao away to avoid the hot soup splashing on her. He quickly turned off the heat and stirred the pot with a soup spoon. "Let's eat first."