When Wei Xuan heard that Zhang Yu had wasted a few yuan buying a pile of useless wood and two broken clocks that couldn't be used, she couldn't hold back any longer.
She angrily returned to her parental home during her lunch break, so mad that she skipped lunch.
She wanted to give Zhang Yu a good talking to; an old woman who doesn't earn money shouldn't be squandering cash every day. Doesn't she know it's hard for the old man to earn money?
If she truly feels there's too much money at home, then give it to her to spend; she really needs the money.
Wei Xuan knew what time Zhang Yu ate and thought that once she got to her parental home, she could at least get a meal, even if Zhang Yu had already eaten, she could still ask for it.
Things seemed promising, but she ended up with the cold shoulder. What? At midday, Zhang Yu wasn't home? Wei Xuan was utterly baffled. She couldn't understand how Zhang Yu, who should be home, wasn't there. What's going on?
