"Living expenses?" Ye Qing screamed, her sharp voice even startled her own son. The child, only a few months old, burst into tears, but his biological parents showed no reaction. It was Han Hui who held back her temper to comfort him.
"Mom, you want Wentao and me to pay living expenses?" Ye Qing pursued relentlessly, "Are you disgusted with us? We're family!"
While calming the child, Han Hui patiently explained, "Mom has no choice right now. We still owe your second uncle's family 300,000 yuan. I haven't yet reached the age to collect retirement pay, and our whole family depends on your dad's meager salary. When can we pay off the debt?"
"Why can't you just suck it up and ask Ye Qiu?" Ye Qing mumbled.
"It's the debt you guys incurred!" Han Hui's face darkened.
"We had no other way out; did we want to go bankrupt?" Ye Qing complained, "Besides, we're all family. Second Uncle's family is so well-off; surely, they wouldn't force us to pay back, would they?"
