Yuanfeng instantly tensed. This was the poverty script. "Well, yes. Research is costly, especially for the independent scholar," he said, adopting his practised, humble tone.
"My daddy said he is also an investor, Uncle," Yuanying continued, her voice soft but carrying a subtle sting. "He said that perhaps you could take a break from your research, just for a little while, and maybe work for him. Just until you can buy a nicer car? That car looks very dangerous, Uncle. It worries me."
The unspoken implication was clear: 'Stop wasting your time on esoteric physics and get a real job to support your daughter.'
Yuanfeng maintained his composure. He knew this was an intentional dig, designed to make him feel small in front of his child.
Before he could formulate a polite but firm refusal, Huaijin launched herself off the sofa and marched up to her cousin.
