What are you to me? One day, Mo Ranran was sitting on the sofa, looking at Liang Yue with an indifferent expression, and her words were as coquettish as if they were soaked in sugar water.
Is it a sponsor, a friend, or a benefactor?
Liang Yue didn't even look at her, with an arrogant look on her face, "It's your husband."
"Then give me living expenses." Mo Ranran took the opportunity to blackmail and extended her hand.
"Hand over your household registration book first."