"Who cares their money, I can't even afford a few thousand." In Hester's view, rich people had no idea about the poor's sorrow.
Dave heard her saying she was poor so many times that he could not help but ask curiously, "My dad didn't give you money?"
"What are you saying!" Hester squeezed his soft little face. "Your father and I have a pure relationship, not involving money. I have a job. Why should he pay me?"
Hester intended to squeeze Dave, but Dave's face was soft and his skin was so good, and she continued to do so with pleasure. "Well, during the whole time we were together, I never took any money from your daddy, I paid him a lot and he even took my payment card. Hey, your daddy's White Consortium isn't a shell company, is it?"
"Stop it!" Dave was squeezed till his face almost changed shape, his purple eyes burning with anger.
"This stupid woman thinks that she can do whatever she wants as my mother." thought Dave angrily, "Don't squeeze me!"