"Miss, I'm not one to speak out of turn, but you're married to the young master now, and it's not like the family lacks money, so how can you treat him this way?!"
In the residence of Mu Shanshan and Lin Fei, Purple Garden Pavilion, the living room. Along the way, Lin Fei, who had been driving Mu Shanshan's BMW and had made several unsuccessful attempts to persuade her, for the sake of his own future financial benefits, intentionally or not, let Auntie Lan in on the fact that Mu Shanshan was only willing to give him six yuan a day after returning to the Purple Garden Pavilion.
Just as Lin Fei had predicted, Auntie Lan, who was more traditional in her thinking, immediately sided with Lin Fei upon learning about Mu Shanshan's ultimate financial sanctions of six yuan against him, expressing a considerable degree of dissatisfaction with Mu Shanshan's economic treatment of Lin Fei.
"Auntie Lan, you don't know what he's been doing with my money, he—"