"I've reached this age; if I don't rely on him, how else can I live?"
Ma Lijuan's expression was confused. Ever since marrying Zhu Chenghui, she hadn't worked a job. Being someone inclined towards laziness and enjoying good food, supporting herself was indeed a problem.
If it weren't for Zhu Moli sending money for her to spend every few days, she would probably have starved at home long ago. Having money made her even more complacent.
"Mom, don't worry. I'll transfer you some money soon! I've saved up a bit from working during this time!"
Zhu Moli suddenly felt pity for Ma Lijuan. A woman marrying such a man—how tragic, right?
She sighed and added, "Mom, you need to learn how to be self-reliant!"
Hearing her words, Ma Lijuan sighed helplessly. She hadn't expected this twist so late in life; she thought she would see the end of her days with Zhu Chenghui.
