Uncle was so angry he wanted to flip the table:
"You're missing just over ten bucks?"
Mao Li's neck stiffened in defiance, "Missing? How can we not be short? The older one doesn't earn money, always at home with face masks and manicures, and I have to subsidize the younger one for hobby classes and kindergarten. How can we live without saving a bit?"
Her words were loaded with a double meaning, indirectly criticizing someone—referring to her own daughter-in-law who neither worked nor contributed financially.
However, there's always someone tougher, and Sun Yanyan stared at the television with a grave face, as if she hadn't heard a thing.
Mao Li punched the cotton, frustrated, and turned her anger towards Song Tan and Song Hongmei:
"And that Hongmei, as an aunt, she's not thrifty at all! Tantan gives her something, and she snatches it all, not leaving anything for us. This aunt and niece duo sure know how to be crafty!"
