"Still short of five hundred thousand."
Yang Yu sighed and said, "Xiao Qiao, it's not that I don't want to help you, but your aunt really has done all she can. You might think I'm doing well now, but in reality, I don't have much to fall back on. That thirty thousand I gave for the surgery last time was already a stretch for me."
"Auntie, don't lie to me, aren't you being too stingy?" Xiao Qiao said, somewhat angrily.
"How can you speak like that, do you think your aunt doesn't want to give?"
Seeing Yang Xiaoqiao speak about herself in such a way, Yang Yu grew angry and said, "Your dad is my own brother, do you think I wouldn't help if I had the money? Your aunt is struggling, staying up all night to entertain clients, you have no idea how hard it is to make even a little bit of money. Do you think it's easy for me?"
