Lu Lingche said expressionlessly: "Freezing your card is my revenge? What about all the money you took from me in the past, you justified it as for my own good?"
"You were too young then, I was afraid you would develop a habit of wasteful spending! I was truly doing it for your own good!"
"Why could my elder brother freely spend money? Why does his card always have inexhaustible funds? Why didn't you take his money away for his own good?"
"How could you compare yourself to your elder brother? He has always been sensible and obedient since he was young, he never frivolously spends money! He's not the same as you! You're the devil, he's an angel!"
Lu Lingche had heard too many such words in the past, but his mother's words today seemed particularly grating to his ears, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
