Zhang Yu knew what Wei Xuan was expecting. Wasn't she thinking that after hearing these dissatisfied words of reproach, she should know where she was wrong and how she should make amends?
All she could say was, for some people, calling them an ingrate was indeed accurate, as she never had any intention of indulging such an ingrate.
"If I had known about your thoughts earlier, I wouldn't have let you study until you graduated high school."
"After you got married back then, I wouldn't have given you back the betrothal gifts and the money you handed over from your job."
"Why don't you go out and ask around, in this alley or in your workplace, who else gives their daughter the betrothal gifts and all her work earnings to her husband's family."
"And ask around, who else's daughter, after marrying, comes back to her family crying over issues, asking for money."
