"So you're telling me, after all these years of saving, we only have these five hundred dollars?" Chang Ying had guessed as much when she received the money in the afternoon.
But she couldn't help nurturing a glimmer of hope—after all those years of scrimping and saving, the accumulated money…
And yet this was the outcome.
She found it hard to accept.
She had even brought this up to her husband at the hospital, and he didn't believe her, telling her not to think too much about it, that it was impossible.
After all those years of saving and hardly spending, how could there only be five hundred dollars?
They, both working, and with only one child, arguably had the best financial situation among the many families in the compound.
Now, she felt like she was going to explode with anger.
She should never have entrusted all their money to the old woman.
