"My birthday? You know I would ask for your salary card?"
"No, all my cards, the passwords are your birthday." Duan Xingzhou asked flatteringly, "How is it, isn't it touching?"
"Indeed, it's very touching." Xu Anran nodded, and asked again, "Aren't you curious why I want your salary card?"
"Why?"
"Because men should hand over their salary cards to their wives to manage, that's how others do it, and I want to do the same. This way, it gives me face when I talk about it."
Duan Xingzhou laughed, amused by her, "Is it just because of this?"
"Otherwise?"
"No worries, you can tell them not only the salary card, but your husband's life and soul are all in your hands."
Seeing his carefree attitude again, Xu Anran gave him a push, "Go on, go back and sleep."
"How about I don't go back tonight? I'll sleep on the floor."
Xu Anran curved her lips, "No way."
