After Jiang's mother heard about it, she didn't think You Changjin was silly, but felt that five hundred yuan was really too little. If he really liked my daughter, shouldn't he at least give five thousand or fifty thousand?
Jiang Xinyi rolled her eyes and said, "I'm really thankful that you think so highly of me, huh?"
"You had a good job and you gave it up to work at some small courier station, happy to make a mere thousand a month?" Jiang's mother chided her daughter.
But Jiang Xinyi said you don't understand.
"At least I'm quite happy now."
"You're already 25, Uncle Shen's daughter, who is about your age, has already had twins, and here you are, still acting like a child who refuses to grow up."
The afternoon light, filtering through the slightly opened curtains, shone into the study.
Jiang's mother scolded her daughter a good deal.
