"Where did you spend it? You little spendthrift bastard, spending so much money!"
Phoebe Huxley grew even more furious when she heard. He'd actually spent nearly a hundred yuan! It was more painful than carving flesh from her own bones. The little bastard was asking for a beating.
Getting beaten was starting to piss Jim Thorne off. Since he was going to get hit no matter what he said, he stuck his neck out and yelled, "I treated my friends to some food! Grandpa Tate said a real man should make lots of friends and not be stingy."
The corner of Tang Xiaonan's mouth twitched. 'That's a pretty good reason,' she thought, 'but Phoebe Huxley isn't going to listen. After all, a hundred yuan is a huge sum of money.'
