"Didn't you say before that the cost of this presidential suite was covered by the company's wedding subsidy? Why are you paying for it yourself now!?"
On the highway, a Rolls-Royce Phantom sped along.
In the back seat, Song Yanhong unleashed a barrage of criticism at Su Qingqing, who was in the front passenger seat.
Su Qingqing playfully stuck out her little tongue and said, "I just wanted you to stay somewhere nice. Anyway, I have a good salary now, so why not let you two stay in a better hotel?"
"A woman should know how to manage a household, not squander money! You're wasting just because you earn more. When did I teach you to have such habits?" Song Yanhong glared at Su Qingqing, fuming as she spoke.
"Mom, this time I don't agree with you. Qingqing isn't being wasteful; she's being filial."
