Ye Qing cried miserably, but he did not look like he had done anything wrong. Instead, he looked like he had suffered a great grievance.
"My classmates must know that our family is bankrupt. If I go back and apologize, I won't be able to take it even if they don't do anything to me! In the future, when I walk in school, they will point fingers at me. I will be worse than those children from poor families! Mother! I don't want to lose face. Give me some money. At most, I'll go far away and never come back. If you can't bear to part with me, you can let me transfer schools. When can we pay off so many debts? Let's go. There's no need to return it if you leave…"
Ye Qing cried as she spoke.
When she thought about how her birthday party was ruined, she felt like the sky was about to collapse. What would her classmates think of her if Yang Tiantian became like that?
Mrs. Ye looked at her daughter with tears in her eyes, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity.
