Feeling increasingly upset, An Ning called Mo Ang. It rang for quite a while before the call was picked up.
"Hello!"
His tone was very bad. He must be very angry, as his wife, she knew. "What's wrong? Do you need something?"
"No!" Mo Ang said in a deep voice, trying hard to regain his composure.
"..." An Ning was a bit afraid to speak, fearing she'd add to his frustrations.
Mo Ang lit a cigarette and asked, blowing out smoke, "If there's something, just say it. I'm fine!"
This time, his mood seemed to have improved a lot.
Only then did An Ning tell him everything that upset her. "My mom asked me for three thousand yen for food expenses this morning, one thousand per person!"
Mo Ang chuckled. "For a month?"
"Yeah!"
"That's not much!" he said.
An Ning replied anxiously, "It's not about whether it's much or not, it's about why she's asking me for food money? I feel like everyone has turned against me now!"
