Su Daqiang and his son were also listening intently. Hearing this, Su Daqiang was pleased. Does this mean they can't leave? And there's such a good opportunity?
"Mom, this spot costs three hundred yuan."
"You should think it over yourself."
Her daughter is her own daughter; how could Old Mrs. Tian not know what she wants to say?
She had some money on hand, but she would definitely not take it out. This money was for her own coffin, in case her two daughters-in-law might end up just wrapping her in a straw mat in the future.
She had such a hard life in this lifetime; must it be the same in the next? That's absolutely not acceptable.
Tian Xiaohua saw her mother's indifference and knew there was no hope of getting money from her family.
But her husband and she had already decided in their hearts to let that damned girl go, and the rest was to pay the fee.
