Seeing He Xiao's persistence, her mother finally sighed, her eyes red-rimmed. "Xiaoxiao, Jingjing did scratch me, but this isn't her fault... It's ours. We're failures, unable to give her the means to hold her head high in front of her classmates…" Guilt was etched on her face as she clenched her fists, large teardrops falling and staining her clothes.
"Did she ask you for money again?" He Xiao's delicate brows furrowed, her eyes filled with anger.
"Yes..." her mother said miserably. "You know your father's and my situation. The community looks out for us and even helps us apply for the national subsidy every year. The subsidy money just came in a few days ago, and Jingjing somehow found out. She came back this morning demanding it."
"Did you give it to her?" He Xiao asked, her expression tense.
