"Look at my house. Even if I sold the most valuable items together, they would not add up to a thousand. The bicycle and sewing machine are only around 200 dollars. Now that they're considered second-hand, they aren't even worth 200."
Yao Fang gritted her teeth and her face turned pale. "I want a thousand. If you can't afford it, then you deserve what's coming. I... I don't care."
As she spoke, she was about to leave.
Su Wen grabbed her. "Where's my Third uncle? Is he not at home? Actually, even if you don't say it, I can find out. As long as I pay close attention to Third uncle's whereabouts recently, I'll know."
Su Wen's sensitivity was beyond Yao Fang's expectations, and what she said made sense.
"I definitely can't give you that much. It's not that I'm unwilling, but I don't have that much money."
"Your man already bought a car."
