"Dad, you spent more than a hundred thousand on a bag for Li Zefeng. Can't you bear to spend ten thousand on me?" Li Ze'en's tone was filled with disappointment.
Li Tingfeng felt a little guilty, but he quickly said, "It's all your fault. You ran to Ze Feng's school and ruined her reputation, making her very unhappy. In order to make her happy, Dad bled money to buy her a slightly expensive bag."
Li Ze'en's heart ached. Her father's preference for Li Zefeng was so blatant.
Ze'en said bitterly, "Dad, it's fine if you can't afford to treat me. I'll think of something myself." Then she hung up.
At this moment, Li Ze'en really believed that Li Tingfeng did not have any fatherly love for her at all.
Perhaps because Li Tingfeng felt guilty, he quickly called back and said to Li Ze'en, "Ze'en, don't be angry. Dad will transfer 5,000 dollars to you immediately. You know that Dad's finances have been tight recently. Save some money…"
