Seeing her mother's expression, Chen Ying's heart couldn't help but clench, a sour ache rising inside her.
She said she had 200,000 on her, and her mother just took all of it without the slightest politeness.
She didn't even ask, with her daughter out there on her own, what would happen if she ran out of money.
Mr. Chen bought a new tea table and was completely immersed in his own happiness.
He couldn't care less about what was going on with Chen Ying.
Chen Ying's heart went cold; she no longer wanted to think about anything.
The three of them "returned fully loaded."
...
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye it was the eve before the New Year,
the bell of the twenty‑ninth day quietly approaching, heralding the footsteps of spring growing ever closer.
Lin Zhenhai, that figure always busy among the clouds,
even in this warm season of family reunion still couldn't stop,
