"Did you earn that money?" Second Uncle sneered, casting a glance at Banggeng.
A person lives for their pride, just as a Buddha relies on incense. How could Banggeng endure such contempt? Putting aside the past—when he had indeed been a loafer—he now had a job. Without a word, he pulled out over a thousand yuan.
"See for yourself! I earned every bit of this myself! I’m far better than those two useless sons of yours!"
Chapter 202