"I'll get it. I'll get it ready. I just got paid today." Han Guangzhi's head throbbed. He knew how difficult his father could be; the crucial thing was that his dad was completely shameless.
Han Cunming was barely satisfied, but Tan You wasn't about to let it go. She stared at Han Guangzhi. "You're obligated to support me until I'm an adult. This is your responsibility; you can't shirk it. I don't want to keep running to Yun City over and over. I'm busy, too."
"I asked my teacher. Tuition and meal fees for one semester of high school are about five thousand, which comes to thirty thousand for all three years. I'm in eighth grade now, with a year and a half until the high school entrance exams. For that year and a half, give me ten thousand."
"Give Grandpa forty thousand in one lump sum, and I will never ask you for another cent again."
