Luo Qiao's mother was becoming increasingly unreasonable, failing to distinguish between what was important and trivial, who was distant and who was close, and was incessantly giving her brother money. Now she even resented them for coming to live off of her. Hadn't they given holiday gifts?
Kong Cunlai glared at his wife with irritation, "Hand over the remaining money, I'll manage it from now on."
Fu Lanhua stammered, standing there, "I don't have any money left; I lent it all to my big brother."
Kong Cunlai felt so angry that his head throbbed, "Not a single cent left?"
Fu Lanhua hung her head low, "My nephew is getting married, I had no choice."
Lu Yiting watched her mother-in-law, thinking that those pitiable also have their hateful side. What kind of mess was this?
Angry, Kong Cunlai rubbed his head, "From now on, I will give you a monthly living allowance. Don't expect anything more. If you can't stand living here, I'll send you back to the Fu family right now."
