He felt pained, because his wife wasn't a fool easily taken advantage of.
Lending out that money was like giving away a year's worth of his living allowance, and after all these years, there hadn't been any movement.
Not even a word from his second brother.
How could this not dishearten them?
At least a single word would have made him feel a bit better, but the second brother said nothing, not when he showed the court verdict and handed over several hundred yuan.
He believed his parents should know about the IOU Xiaomen mentioned, right?
After all these years, had they ever brought it up?
The money, just as Xiaomen said, might as well have been thrown into the water.
Yun's mother heaved a sigh. That thousand yuan was the third child's allowance for an entire year, and that allowance hadn't come easily—back then, the third child had been bedridden for months.