Li Dongmei's small face blushed furiously as she hung her head low. "Granny, I... I must go back now."
Mrs. Zhang grunted, and Li Dongmei hurriedly ran out with quick steps.
Zhang Wenbin came out of the house slowly, casually buttoning up his shirt.
Mrs. Zhang spat disdainfully, "Slut," then looked up at her son, "When are you going to marry her? Don't just indulge yourself. I'm already old, and I still have to wash clothes and cook for you every day. My old back is about to break."
Zhang Wenbin thought for a moment, "Mom, how much money do we have left?"
Mrs. Zhang immediately raised her voice, "What do you need money for? Do you think there's any left? All the money has been taken by that little bitch, and you know it. We don't have any money now, not a single penny."
Zhang Wenbin slightly frowned. It was true that Li Wenhong had taken their money, but she only took the cash from his room.
