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Chapter 214 Private Withholding Letters
"Dangdang, didn't I ask you to send a letter to the eldest sister when winter came? Did you lose it and send it?" Hearing that Wen Xiange said it was confiscated, Yang Meili immediately questioned her younger son.

"I, I gave it to my elder brother. I was rushing to school that day, and my elder brother said that he was going out, and it was convenient to go to the post office by bike." The second letter, a rare one that he remembered quite clearly.

"Ah, let me think about it. I, yes, I remembered. When I came out of the room that day, I didn't see the letter on the living room table. I thought it was my younger brother who mailed it by himself. I didn't ask afterward." Wen Aiguo heard the words I was stunned, then I thought about it hard, and finally remembered what happened that day.

"I didn't take it away. I remember it very clearly. I put it on the table in the living room. At that time, it seemed that my sister-in-law was eating on the table with Xiaowei." Wen Ai Dang also said immediately after hearing the words.

Everyone immediately looked towards the west room when they heard the words, just in time to see one of her sister-in-law turning around with an unnatural expression and preparing to enter the room.

This is really a typical self-reporting, don't ask any more questions, this happened to Mrs. Xiange.

"You, how could you hide my letter to my eldest daughter? How did you become a sister-in-law?" Yang Meili was in a hurry, and looked at her troublesome daughter-in-law and said angrily.

Wen Xiange's sister-in-law Liu Xiaohong turned around and paused when she heard the words, and after half a second, she suddenly turned her head and shouted at Yang's mother: "Whoever saw that I hid the letter, whoever saw it, don't make false accusations."

"Who else has seen it? Look at your guilty expression, you think we are all fools. Don't you just want to see me sending some money to my eldest daughter, pointing at Sang and Huai all day long, saying that I don't love my grandson, who doesn't love my grandson anymore, Xiaowei An egg a day, whoever's child can eat better than him." Yang Meili scolded upon hearing this.

"Did you send a little money? You gave her fifty when she went to the countryside, and twenty or ten yuan each time during the holidays. It's a hundred a year. We are a big family living frugally. I’m pregnant and I can’t even eat chicken soup, but you’re better off posting it to a money-loser.” Yu Xiaohong was also aggrieved when she heard the words, and shouted with red eyes.

"When did I send so much? I gave her fifty for the first time Xiange went to the countryside, and the next two years didn't add up to 50 yuan. You robbed the last ten yuan. Chicken soup, you are pregnant Didn't you drink it in time? I gave you chicken soup three times, and you drank it alone, and we ate the chicken bones." Yang Meili's chest was also heaving with anger.

"You didn't send so much, I think I said less, otherwise she, an educated youth who went to the countryside, would have the money to buy such good clothes and shoes." Yu Xiaohong pointed at Wen Xiange and said bitterly.

"Sister-in-law, what do you think the educated youths who go to the countryside are like? They are all poor like beggars? I have kept accounts of how much money my mother sent me. It is 95 yuan in two years. If you don't believe me There is no way." Hearing this, Wen Xiange had to say.

After speaking, he pointed to the clothes on his body and asked: "But for my clothes, how much do you think it costs, how many cloth tickets?"

"How do I know?" Yu Xiaohong said angrily.

Wen Xiange shook his head and did not speak, then put the suitcase next to him on the coffee table, opened it, pointed to the contents and asked, "And these things, how much do you think they will cost?"

Sister Yu, who was about to get angry, looked at Wen Xiange's clothes and at the contents of the suitcase. Her lips moved several times without opening her lips.

The others didn't know what to say at this time.

(End of this chapter)