Mrs. Wang instantly felt deflated, not only owning an appliance store but also a jewelry store, and that clothing store, her daughter said, might also be owned by Zhao Xinxin's brother.
Moreover, the monthly salary was not low, all above a hundred.
Mrs. Wang herself also worked, her salary had increased, but it was still only in the sixties, plus some allowances, made eighty.
But compared to them, she couldn't compete.
"We have a house," she said.
"Your son told me his girlfriend lives in a Courtyard House, bought by her cousins, the kind of Courtyard House surrounded by houses on three sides."
If they have a house, they have everything.
"That house belongs to her cousin, not her," Mrs. Wang retorted.
Seeing his wife all worked up, Mr. Wang did not press further; he just wanted her to realize a fact.
Their son was indeed outstanding, but only in their eyes.
There were plenty more outstanding than their son.
Their son was a high school student.
