Flossie Wright stared at the two bank cards that were forcibly stuffed into her hands, momentarily stunned.
After a moment, her rigid expression finally shifted a bit.
"Our family isn't this old-fashioned."
Flossie said earnestly, surprisingly adopting a bit of the serious demeanor of Glenn Hutchinson.
"There has to be someone managing the finances." Glenn spoke even more solemnly.
Flossie thought for a moment, pulled out one card, and asked Glenn, "This one?"
"Salary card."
"And this one?" Flossie wiggled the other card.
"Your pocket money," Glenn replied calmly.
"You still have money?" Flossie raised an eyebrow.
"Our family isn't this old-fashioned." Glenn mimicked Flossie's tone, still speaking earnestly.
"..."
Flossie was at a loss for words.
When it came to arguing, Flossie really couldn't beat him.
Flossie could only pinpoint people's weak spots, but this tactic didn't work on those close to her.
"Whatever you like."
