Zhou Shiran looked at her coldly. "When did you ever treat me like your mother?"
"Oh, now you don't admit it? If you don't, then hurry up and leave my dad."
"I won't leave; that's my marriage, my husband. Why should I listen to you!" Zhou Shiran said angrily.
An Ning put away her smile and said very seriously, "Then why did you move the money around? I have every reason to ask in order to prevent you from using my dad's money to fund some pretty boy."
"That money is all mine, I didn't use your dad's," Zhou Shiran said, very upset. "Don't forget I earn my pay; I make money."
An Ning laughed. "Zhou Shiran, do you not know the law, or do you think I don't know the law? You're married; all the income is shared property. Even the money you earn is half my dad's, right? You ought to inform my dad how you spend it."
"I can't be bothered with you," Zhou Shiran said to the teller, requesting her bank card. "Give it to me; I'm not transferring anymore."
