Zhou He's mom felt exposed and a bit uncomfortable. She said unhappily, "What, can't I come see you? On the day you visited after the wedding, you left in such a hurry after the meal, we barely had a few words."
"Mom, wasn't I busy with things?" Zhou He explained.
"So, how much money can you guys exactly make?" Zhou He's mom asked again.
"Not much." Zhou He was vague, reluctant to disclose how much money they made to anyone, even her own mother.
Besides, if her mother knew, her father would know too.
If her father found out, would there ever be a peaceful day again?
Zhou He had always harbored hard feelings about her father trying to marry her off to Old Luo, feeling utterly cold-hearted regarding the matter.
"Not much is how much, you ungrateful girl, I'm your mother." Zhou He's mom, who initially felt a bit embarrassed to ask, got angry seeing Zhou He's attitude and scolded as she tapped her on the head, "Can't I just ask?"