This time, Ye Wan was somewhat moved; her concerns had been touched, "What you said... makes a lot of sense," she said.
She tenderly touched her son's head, feeling a little bit heartbroken inside.
Sometimes, when she took her son to the market to buy things, and he would fancy some pretty toys, she could only coax him by saying that "this toy isn't good" or "that toy is useless".
Actually, it wasn't that the toys weren't well made, but rather, they were too good that she couldn't afford them.
Her husband only gave her five thousand yuan per month. After deducting social expenses, household living expenses, and the money to show respect for her in-laws, there wasn't much left.
Sometimes, when her son got sick, and they visited the hospital, she would be out of several hundreds of yuan.
How could she dare to buy expensive toys for her son?
If she brought them home, she would definitely be reprimanded by her husband for several days.
