"Raising them frugally is one thing, but don't you think this has gone too far?"
Wu Jiaojiao pleaded, "Whatever Qiaoqiao wants, you give it to her. Whatever she wants to play, you accompany her. If she makes a mistake, you just laugh it off. You're so careful with her, like she's a delicate flower. But with Zhuangzhuang? Whenever my son sees a toy or a snack he wants, you always say no and don't allow me to buy it. If I do, you get angry. And when Zhuangzhuang makes a mistake, you explode, scolding and even punishing him physically."
"Both of them came out of my belly at the same hour. How can you treat them so differently? Sometimes I even doubt if Zhuangzhuang is really your biological son!"
"I'm not the biological one!" Zhuangzhuang mumbled, puffing in frustration, "I must not be the real one!"
