Lu Jiang was left speechless by his wife's words. After a while, he said, "On the way back, I saw a girl kneeling by the roadside, crying and selling this pair of bracelets. She said it was a family heirloom and she wanted to pay for her mother's surgery. I felt sorry for her; she's about the same age as Fubao, but her clothes were much poorer in comparison, yet she has a heart full of filial piety. So, I took out the money and bought them."
"You didn't do anything wrong; you did the right thing. If it were me, I would have done the same," Feng Qingxue said, praising her husband's actions. Then she noticed something amiss, "You only had twenty yuan on you when you left, did she only need twenty yuan?"
Could it be a minor surgery? Major surgeries are quite expensive.
Lu Jiang glanced at his wife, "This is what I wanted to talk to you about next."
"Speak!" Feng Qingxue said, vaguely guessing what it was about.
