Zhao Meimei lay at the door crack that wasn't completely closed, listening.
Her parents were cuddled up in bed, speaking heartfelt truths. After listening for a while, Zhao Meimei turned her head and quietly tiptoed back to her bedroom, completely forgetting that she originally wanted to go to the bathroom.
She sat at the study desk, nibbling on the pen tip. She indeed was like her mom said, not particularly good-looking, and also lazy and indulgent. Usually, besides spending the money Shi Yang worked hard to earn, she hadn't provided any additional value to Shi Yang.
She hadn't even taken her college entrance exams yet. Even if she got into university, it would take at least four years to graduate before she could start reciprocating Shi Yang. And even if she could really earn money and become successful, it probably wouldn't surpass Shi Yang; at least she didn't believe she could support him in the way Shi Yang was supporting her now.
