"You—"
Meng Yunhan was speechless. She knew that Han Ruochen's temper was no longer the same as before, but wasn't she becoming more and more uncontrollable? This was something that she could not accept easily. She swallowed hard and snapped, "Why do you keep harping on the old matters? Aren't you doing well now? You have caught a treasure this time around; surely, the money it might have fetched must be good as well. Hand it over to me now. You are an unmarried daughter; what are you doing hiding your salary from your mother?"
"Go around and ask in the village. What kind of good girl would do such a thing? Even Tong Zhaodi hands over her entire salary to her mother, unlike you, who guards her money like there are robbers living in the house." When she thought about how Mother Tong had mocked her for being useless and not being able to take care of her daughter, she felt so nauseated that Meng Yunhan wanted to hit someone.
