Li Hongjun furrowed his brows, analyzing the feasibility of the situation in his mind.
"See, I told you, each of you has gone off to live your own lives, leaving only Dad here by himself. If it weren't for me, his own daughter, taking care of him, our father, an old man, would be so pitiable," Li Xianghe seemed to see hope again.
In fact, she shouldn't be lacking money and shouldn't need to bother coming back to her maiden home every year for that one hundred yuan of elderly support. But family matters are only known to those within, and the husband she chose, although a regimental commander with a monthly salary not less than Li Hongjun's, left little in her hands.
Out of her husband's salary, apart from his personal expenses, the remaining thirty yuan went straight to his mother's hands for redistribution. In the end, less than ten yuan would trickle down to his wife. For someone fond of comfort and disinclined to exertion, ten yuan really wasn't much.
