Ye Qian returned home and mentioned Ye Ling's bed account to her mother.
Bai Xue said unhappily, "She now has fifty yuan in hand, still spending it like crazy, without any thought about how tough life is. Look, we stew a chicken at home, and you think of sending it to her. Consider her life, does she really need us to worry about her?"
"Mom, my sister is still young; she doesn't know about life yet. You can teach her slowly when there's a chance. Besides, I noticed my sister still wears the same clothes. Mom, shouldn't we get her new clothes? After all, she's in high school now, dressing like that doesn't look good in the compound," Ye Qian pleaded considerately.
"Which family now doesn't wear clothes with patches? Her clothes don't have patches; where is it lacking?" Bai Xue thought she hadn't mistreated that brat, but when her younger daughter mentioned it, she remembered, "Tomorrow is the start of school. I'll take you to the street later and buy you a coat."
