"Isn't it suffering? Have I ever had a good day at your house?" Tan Jing asked. "You even have to note down every cent that we've used! I hated that life!!!"
"Haha!" Tao Zhen's mother was so angry that her heart ached. She ordered, "Tao Zhen, bring those books over!"
Tao Zhen moved out a box from the side of the stage. It was filled with books.
"Why? Are you still planning to take back the tens of thousands of yuan you spent on me?" Tan Jing asked sarcastically.
"Since you want to settle the scores, then you have to settle it clearly." Mother Tao flipped through an old account book. "I just had a habit to keep these records as a diary, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today."
"This is the dance class we've sent you to since you were four years old. We signed you up for it. It costs 800 yuan per class. We hired one of the best dance teachers in the country." Mother Tao picked out one of the accounts and read it out.
