"Dad!" Zhang Yue weakly resisted, "Is what you're doing fair to Uncle Wen for all the help he has given to our family?"
Due to Cao Hui not having a formal job and Zhang Tan often idling away drinking, they had no savings and had to do odd jobs when short on money.
If it weren't for the Wen family's consideration of their past relationship, frequently providing assistance, their family probably couldn't even afford groceries.
"What help? They're just pitying us!" Zhang Tan said as if it were a matter of course. "Do you think they're doing this for our good? They look down on us. Occasionally giving us alms is just to show that their family is kind-hearted. In their hearts, they don't see us as equals!"
"Dad, how can you think like that? Have you forgotten the last time you injured your leg? Who paid for your hospitalization?" Zhang Yue never expected that her father, who always called Wen Miao's father "Brother", harbored such despicable thoughts.
