"Is it not suffering?" Tan Jing retorted, "Have I ever had a good day in your home? You recorded every cent you spent, I was very unhappy living like that!"
"Hahaha!" Mother Tao was so angry that her heart ached. She ordered, "Tao Zhen, bring those account books here!"
Tao Zhen moved a box from the side of the stage, filled entirely with account books.
Tan Jing said sarcastically, "What, do you plan to get back the tens of thousands you spent on me?"
"If we're settling accounts, then let's be clear about it," Mother Tao, flipping through an old account book, said, "I considered these akin to a diary, but didn't expect they'd come in handy today."
"This is when you were four years old and wanted to take dance lessons. We enrolled you, and each lesson was 800 yuan. We hired one of the top dance teachers in the country, three classes a week, and you attended for five years," Mother Tao read one entry aloud.
