Even when preparing for the wedding, I only looked at the few wedding planning companies with the best cost performance.
I did these in order to buy a house that belonged to both of us as soon as possible.
What did I do wrong to make her scold me like this?
Just because Troy sent me 40-dollar red envelope?
But 40 dollars was not even one percent of my monthly salary.
I suddenly remembered a blogger I saw on a short video just now.
She asked her boyfriend to book the top floor of the tallest building in Atlanta just to watch a magnificent drone show.
After a trip, at least one or 400 thousand dollars was needed.
The comments section was full of self-proclaimed slaves joking.
I didn't have any emotions at that time.
But now, I still envied that girl a little.
If I had money, I probably wouldn't have to be called materialistic for receiving so little money now.
When Troy went home, I couldn't completely detach myself from my emotions.
Seeing me with red eyes, he frowned and put down the small cake in his hand.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
I threw my phone at him in anger.
"Take a look at what your mother said to me."
Troy took the phone and finished reading the chat records.