Looking at the hand stretched out in front of her, Liang Yan's vision darkened, "No money."
"You have money for your son, but none for me."
"I'm not going out because I understand that earning money for the family isn't easy. It's not your excuse to put me down."
"Just as well, I can meet friends tomorrow too—to go shopping and eating. Give me money." Zhang Yu's hand wouldn't come down.
"Didn't your dad just give you six thousand?" Liang Yan remembered that Zhang Dong had transferred six thousand to Zhang Yu, and suddenly she stood tall.
"That's living expenses. Mom, you won't be the one always misappropriating our family's living expenses, right?" Zhang Yu scrutinized Liang Yan suspiciously.
How could Liang Yan admit to that? If she did, she'd surely face reduced living expenses and it would become a stain on her reputation, something anyone could bring up from time to time.
