In the Li family's house, Wang Rouchun was sitting on the sofa in a panic. Her eyes were red as she threw a few cards on the table in front of her and stared at them sadly.
Although Li Peixian knew that his salary was not high, he had lived for decades and had never worried about money, so he did not care about it at all. In his opinion, even if his son did not give him money, his family should still have a lot of savings, and his life would not change much.
Therefore, the moment he returned home, he went out to socialize in high spirits. He did not even leave a comforting voice for his wife, Wang Rouchun.
"How, how can it be like this? He was clearly his son, so why didn't he care about the relationship between mother and son?"Wang Rouchun wiped her tears with a tissue and said silently.
"Young Master Li was just muddle-headed for a moment. I believe that it won't be long before he will remember your grievances and hardships all these years."Ye Chu said.
