"Although you are filial and bought a shirt for Aunt Su (Song Qinghe's mother), you can't ignore your own mother. If you don't have money, I will help you pay."
After saying that, he called the salesperson next to Ma Xiulan: "How much?"
Qiao Hongfang said smoothly, "One hundred and fifty-two yuan."
Shen Caixia's face was stiff. She didn't have that much money on her and felt embarrassed. She was also thinking that after paying the money today and humiliating Zhao Xingfeng, Song Qinghe would definitely give her the money later.
Ma Xiulan took out a wad of money from her pocket and handed it to Qiao Hongfang.
"I'll pay for my own battles, so don't get involved with me."
Shen Caixia was Song Qinghe's most loyal lover. She spent her whole life with Song Qinghe. When he was in his forties, Song Qinghe was really moved by her and divorced Zhao Xingfeng for her, but Zhao Xingfeng refused to divorce him.
Shen Caixia screamed: "How do you have the money to pay?"
She knew that Zhao Xingfeng had no dowry, and she thought the Zhao family was very poor and that Zhao Xingfeng's mother was indeed poorly dressed. She offered to pay just to disgust Zhao Xingfeng so that she could spread the matter and make Zhao Xingfeng unable to hold his head up in the food factory's staff quarters.
"Whether I have money or not is none of your business. Don't bring your little tricks to me."
Ma Xiulan picked up her clothes and left. Zhao Xingfeng glared at Shen Caixia and said, "My mother is the canteen chef. She earns a lot of money. Why is she showing off here?"
Shen Caixia was stung and immediately retorted: "What does that have to do with you? Your mother has a high salary, but you still don't have a dowry. By the way, I just heard that your parents are divorced. You follow your father and don't recognize your mother?"
Zhao Xingfeng's face turned pale with anger. Seeing Ma Xiulan walking further and further away, he quickly shook off Shen Caixia and trotted after her.
"Mom, did you forget to give me something?"
Ma Xiulan said without turning her head: "I don't have a daughter like you, go find Song Qinghe's mother."
Zhao Xingfeng saw Ma Xiulan and Niu Chunhua walking faster and faster hand in hand. She quickly trotted around to the two of them, stretched out her hands to block their way, and said in a delicate voice:
"Mom, don't be angry with me. Give me the woolen coat you bought for me."
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