"My brother didn't give me any pocket money this month," Wen Sitian said in a small voice, sounding very frightened.
Guo Cong on the other end of the phone sneered, "Wen Sitian, do you think you're Wen just because you're in the Luo family? Calling me 'brother' like that, how can anyone treat you like a sister!"
"Does she really think she's a princess of the Luo family? She's nothing but a money-losing burden. Hurry up and transfer the money!"
Guo Cong didn't care at all that he was asking an eight-year-old girl for money.
Wen Sitian raised her voice: "Luo Chen hasn't transferred the money to me yet."
"Why don't you just ask for it? How am I supposed to pick up girls and carry on the family line if I don't have money?"
Guo Cong yelled at Wen Sitian, "You're just a woman. Even if you have a child, you won't belong to the Guo family. Give me all the money now!"
"Okay, didn't she say she hadn't given it to me yet?"
Wen's mother interrupted Guo Cong: "I'm warning you, Wen Sitian, don't even think about hiding any money, or I'll break your legs."
After saying that, Wen's mother looked at Guo Cong affectionately: "Cong'er, stop chasing girls, save more money so you can find an obedient girl later..."
Wen Sitian couldn't hear what was said after that.
She lay helplessly on the bed, like a soulless piece of wood.
"Beep beep beep".
Only when she heard the busy tone on the other end of the phone did she tremble slightly as she tossed her phone onto the carpet.
After a long while, Wen Sitian picked up her phone and opened the WeChat chat window.
I clicked on the pomelo avatar and silently said to myself: I'm sorry.
As she spoke, she selected a new photo from the album and sent it over.
The glaring red exclamation mark left Wen Sitian with mixed feelings...
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