Gu Xiaobei's hand, which was busy cutting meat, paused. She could empathize with Wen Xiuqing's feelings, but she didn't think Lu Ruixue was pitiable. Who was to blame for her life being the way it was?
Seeing Wen Xiuqing like this, Xiaobei gave a thought and said, "Mom, the money I gave you is yours to spend as you wish. However, there's an old saying: help in need but don't perpetuate poverty. If Ruixue doesn't start working to support herself, your financial aid will only make her more dependent on you, hurting her in the end."
Wen Xiuqing knew Gu Xiaobei was right, she sighed and said, "I won't give it next time. Seeing Ruixue like this, I feel upset, angry and heartbroken. If I don't visit her, I fear she might end up being beaten to death by that beast Chen Dajun, we would have no idea."
Gu Xiaobei didn't respond, she continued cutting vegetables, believing that if Ruixue lived a life like this, it was purely her choice.
