Wu Jin'ai's face fell immediately.
"Second son, do you have any conscience saying this? Our father's death cost a total of 1800 yuan, and you're asking the two of us to come up with half, 900 yuan. You know very well that your elder brother and I rely solely on farming to live, so where can we get this 900 yuan from?
We earn barely one or two hundred yuan in a year, and after expenses for food and drink at home, there's hardly any money left. You pay thousands to rent a store. Such a small amount, and you're unwilling to contribute. Are we still family?"
She originally wanted not to contribute anything from her family.
Who would have thought that Fan Jianguo would say that?
"So, brother, you mean the same thing? Let your younger brother pay it all while you two just take advantage and keep all the gift money."
The old lady had never seen someone so shameless. How did the eldest become this way now?
The old lady was heartbroken.
