"Don't talk like you're so high and mighty."
Wen Siyuan's tone was emotionless: "All the household expenses and the kids' school fees are paid by me. The money you earn selling things on the street, has a single cent ever gone to the house?"
Her lie exposed, Su Man's cheeks burned.
"You could've just gone to college, but you didn't. And I'm not so poor that I need your money to support the house. But you, money's all you care about, inside and out. You run down South to buy goods during the break,
and coming back, selling on the street during holidays isn't enough—you're even skipping classes now. Before, when your school called home, I warned you to stop messing around, told you to focus and study. How did you promise me?
Now look, you got expelled. When the people in the compound find out, where is your face going to go?"
