"Second Aunt, don't worry, we won't ask you for anything in the future. We really haven't squandered the money Dad left us. This is the first time we've gone out to spend money in a long time. I usually cook at home."

“Yes, my sister works very hard every day in her senior year of high school. Today is New Year’s Day, and we just wanted to have a happy day.” Song Jiao said dejectedly, “Second Aunt, I don’t understand why you educate us like this. We keep track of all the money we spend every day.”

Song Xia added, "Second Aunt, I know you're worried that we're too young and will squander the money before Song Jiao and Song Jun come of age and go to university, but we really know what we're doing."

Seeing that no one spoke up for her, Song Tianfang's expression twisted: "You had better keep your word and not try to morally blackmail me again later."

Song Jun said coolly, "Moral blackmail requires the person to have morals to be effective!"

Song Xia thought to herself, "That's right. In my past life, I was kidnapped for life." But these four words can't be interpreted in just that way: "Xiao Jun, apologize. How can you talk like that?"

Song Jun reluctantly spoke to Song Tianfang, whose face was ashen, "Second Aunt, I'm sorry."

"Good, you're all doing very well!" Song Tianfang pointed at the three of them. "You're afraid that I, your aunt, will take advantage of you, aren't you? You'd better watch yourselves from now on."

Before leaving, Sun Hui pouted at Song Jiao, who rolled her eyes in response.

Although the person left, the three of them were completely ruined. Fortunately, they had already eaten before they arrived.

"Let's go home."

As soon as they stood up, a young woman stopped them and asked, "Excuse me, are there only three of you living in your family now?"

“Yes.” Song Xia smiled slightly. “But I can’t be considered a child anymore; I’m already eighteen.”

"You're a senior in high school, how will you take care of your two younger siblings?"

“They are very obedient. I just cook for them after school every day. They do the washing of dishes and mopping of the floor. They can take care of themselves.”

Although she spoke lightly, the person accompanying her looked distressed. After all, they had all been through the final year of high school, and who didn't know how tough it was? Unless you're the kind of person who really doesn't like studying and doesn't care about your future.

So the young woman lovingly took out some money from her wallet: "Here's a little something from me. Don't be discouraged, and don't pay attention to what others say."

As soon as she stepped out, her friends started taking out their money, while those who didn't have any asked, "Can I scan the code?"

Song Xia was stunned, then hurriedly waved her hand: "No, no, no, I can't take your money."

After catching her breath, she explained, "Although we depend on each other for survival, we are not short of money for the time being, and the school has also given us subsidies, so we cannot accept your money, but thank you anyway."

Her condition made those who wanted to help her feel even more sorry for her.

Song Xia said helplessly, "There are many people who are suffering more than us. Dad left us some inheritance, and we can keep going. We really can't take your money."

Seeing her unusual insistence, the girls had no choice but to back down: "Well then, we're about the same height, and I have some clothes that I don't wear anymore. If you don't mind, I can send them to you, how about that?"

"That's a good idea." Actually, they had just noticed that although the three children were carrying shopping bags, they hadn't seen any of the other items except for a pair of shoes. This mall wasn't a very high-end mall either; those shoes alone cost an average of two or three hundred yuan. It was a shame that the so-called second aunt had made it sound so serious.

Although their family wasn't very wealthy, they liked to buy clothes. Many of their clothes were only worn once or twice, or they didn't like them at all. It would have been a waste to throw them away, so they decided to give them to the young girl in front of them. She was eighteen years old, and their clothes would fit her perfectly.

Seeing their expectant yet apprehensive eyes, Song Xia nodded happily: "That's great, but I don't want new clothes, so please don't buy them for me."

Knowing that she was worried about them spending money, I felt even more sorry for them. Nowadays, there are very few people who are so sensible and don't feel ashamed or embarrassed about wearing old clothes.

"Then give us an address, and we'll pack it up and send it to you. I also have a younger brother, who's a little older than yours. Would you accept a younger brother like that?"

Song Jun nodded; he didn't care about any of that.

"I don't have a younger sister, but I have a cousin. Her family is well-off. Little sister, would you like to be with her?"

Song Jiao didn't want it at first, but when she thought about becoming a star in the future, and when she thought about the entertainment news she saw yesterday about celebrities playing the victim and gaining sympathy from netizens, she nodded. It's just old clothes, anyone's is fine, just not Sun Hui's.

The three of them had no idea they had gotten a great deal today, because they usually wouldn't ask someone if they wanted secondhand clothes unless they were really good.

"But I can't give you my home address. Can I give you the address of the Cainiao Post Station instead?"

"That's great! You all need to be just as careful and cautious when you're out and about, just like today. Don't trust people too easily. Actually, we shouldn't have trusted them either, but we're not bad people. You need to be even more careful next time, okay?"

"Yes." Song Xia nodded seriously. There are still more good people in the world.

However, after returning home, Song Xia discovered that the matter was not over yet. Her second aunt, Song Tianfang, who had lost face, went directly to her uncle, Song Tianhui, and exaggerated their wasteful spending, before they went to each other's homes to lecture them.

They had just gotten home and were about to start their homework when there was a knock on the door.

"Uncle, Aunt, what brings you here?" Song Jia had just finished asking when he saw Song Tianfang behind him and immediately understood why they had come.

"Your second aunt said you're wasting money, buying lots of clothes and shoes at the mall, and even going out for fancy meals?" Song Tianhui frowned and sighed after saying that. "Xiaxia, you have money to spend for many years, so don't waste it."

"Uncle, I know."

"What do you know? Making me lose face in front of outsiders is just being ignorant and vain."

"Second Aunt, it was you who insisted on arguing with us. We were just correcting you. According to you, does that mean we can't buy clothes and shoes until we can earn our own money?"

"Do we have to go to the mall to buy it? Song Jiao's coat cost over 400 yuan. I brought it for her. Can't she wear it?"

“Xiao Jiao is taller than Xiao Hui. If Xiao Hui can’t wear this, how can Xiao Jiao?” Song Xia suppressed her anger. “Besides, we only buy this one outfit a year!”

"That's too expensive. I wouldn't even buy something this expensive for Xiaohui."

Song Jiao said coolly from the side, "That's because her clothes are inappropriate. Sun Hui's outfit definitely costs more than four hundred."

Sun Hui snorted: "I can wear clothes that cost hundreds of dollars because my family is rich. Can you? You and I are different. You don't even have a father or mother."

Song Xia instantly turned cold and looked at the mother and daughter: "Second Aunt, although we don't have parents, we won't let ourselves be bullied. It's because people often talk about Xiao Jiao like that that I wanted to buy her a slightly nicer dress. Why do you have to make such a big deal out of buying a dress? Why don't you stop Sun Hui from talking nonsense? Our family doesn't owe you anything."