"They're also kids you watched grow up. They've never worked before, how could they manage doing that kind of work? Yuan Chun, you're a good child. If you just say a word, return half of your uncle's salary to us, then... "
Yuan Chun interrupted her coldly, "Ma Xiaolan, no one is born knowing how to pick coal slag or garbage. I learned bit by bit. If I can learn to do it, why can't they?"
"Back then, you heartlessly forced me, a seven or eight-year-old, to pick coal slag and garbage to earn money. They could also watch me work from dawn till dusk to support them, and even deliberately snatch away the white Mantou I earned, leaving me hungry. Why should I pity them?"
"Ma Xiaolan, since I left the Zhong Family, I've no longer been one of your Zhong Family members. Why should I compromise for you?"
