Good Night, Mr. Huo. - Baby, Please Help Me

Mrs. Huo doesn't lack money, but Gu Pianpian does. A perplexing answer, but it carried an air of freshness and uniqueness.

Huo Qing'ang let out a couple of cold hums, his deep and mocking voice exuding a faint sense of ridicule. "So, isn't Mrs. Huo's money still Gu Pianpian's?"

Mrs. Huo was Gu Pianpian, and Gu Pianpian was still Gu Pianpian. Therefore, Mrs. Huo's money belonged to Gu Pianpian. This seemingly contradictory answer presented an intriguing puzzle.

Huo Qing'ang asked, his voice rich with meaning, "Is it that Mrs. Huo's money... isn't allowed to be used by Gu Pianpian?"

Huo Qing'ang raised a pointed question without any hesitation. It was clear that he was curious about Gu Pianpian's intentions.

Gu Pianpian had never used the card he had given her. She didn't even know how much money was in that account.