"You're too ungrateful," Xu Liangmao shook his head.
"Ungrateful? A sixty-square-meter house with a mortgage that still needs to be paid off for another fifteen years, old furniture, televisions, washing machines, and fridges that aren't old-fashioned, and I have to penny-pinch even when I buy a piece of clothing. That would be okay, but can you afford to send our daughter to a better primary school?" Li Huiwen stared at Xu Liangmao, her face full of contempt, "Saying it doesn't matter which school she attends, as long as the child works hard, she can still learn well. Bullshit. Are the teaching resources the same? Our daughter is very diligent, we shouldn't let her lose at the starting line, but what have you done?"
Xu Liangmao was silent.
