After Song Xiuling fell into prison, and her social status plummeted, Song Xiaorou finally understood the cold nature of the world and under her mother's guidance, started to use her brain.
Moreover, now that Chen's father and mother were not treating her well, she would be foolish to let them take whatever they wanted, as before.
If they were good to her, that would be a different story.
She only had a hundred thousand yuan a month for pocket money from her mom; instead of spending it all on them and getting nothing in return, she might as well spend it on herself. As long as she wasn't too extravagant, it would be enough for eating and drinking.
As soon as she left, Chen's mother shook with anger, her eyes nearly bulging out.
"Yuxuan, look, look at her attitude, she completely disregards me and your father."
"Mom, don't make a scene, just stay at the hotel with dad tonight, I'll get a room for you."
