But Lu Yanhe, facing her attempt to lower herself, did not lose even a hint of his fury.
His voice filled with rage, nearly a shout, "Are you out of your mind? Since you chose to go to school, why didn't you prepare the tuition fees? Su Jia, when will you finally take care of yourself properly?"
Su Jia let out a bitter laugh, "Everything at home was mortgaged to the bank; how could I have any money at that time?"
Lu Yanhe glared at her with eyes like daggers, "Could you not have called me to let me know? Why must you be so stubborn?"
If she had no money, he could give it to her.
He didn't understand what good her pride and arrogance brought her.
Even if she was willing to humble herself to keep her pride, what about the child?
That was his son; he hadn't seen him for nine years. How dare she, with what right does she have to keep this from him?
Su Jia paused briefly, then coldly laughed again.
