"Hearing what you say, how much money did your husband give you?"
Chen Feng spoke bluntly.
Cheng Yuhuan didn't get angry and said calmly: "I've been with him for more than two years. Aside from everyday necessities and some jewelry and a car, there's not much. My savings are mostly from what I earned before, totaling just five or six million."
"Then what did you marry him for? Was it for love?" Chen Feng said with a hint of sarcasm.
He didn't actually look down on her; he just thought that with her looks, she could have married better, at least to a younger man rather than someone her father's age.
After all, she was his high school classmate, the class beauty, and he had a crush on her back then.
This dream girl for many of the boys in the class, marrying a little old man, felt like a dream shattered.
Chen Feng felt a bit angry at her for not fighting for more and felt she was worth more.
