Qin Guanglin couldn't laugh anymore.
The excitement he had just felt instantly cooled.
"Why didn't I know anything about it?"
He Fang lowered her head without saying a word; she knew she was wrong, but now that he had asked, she didn't want to hide it from him.
"Why?" Qin Guanglin sat up straight and looked at her, asking again.
"..."
"Can't you discuss it with me first? ... I work overtime every day, constantly thinking about how to earn more money, and you silently donate eighty thousand—okay, it's your manuscript fee, you have the right to dispose of it, but the two of us right now ..."
"I'm sorry."
"..."
Qin Guanglin pursed his lips, turned his head, took a deep breath, lay back down on the bed facing away from her, looking towards the desk without making a sound anymore.
He was angry.
Not because she had donated eighty thousand.
