His expression was a bit ugly, as if he couldn't believe his mother would say such things.
"My mom..."
Troy sighed.
"Wendy, my family is in the countryside and the conditions are not good. My mom is used to being frugal, so she may speak inappropriately for a moment. I'm sorry."
With his explanation, I couldn't calm down at all. I just sneered, "What does it have to do with me, Troy, if your mom is used to being frugal? I just accepted a 40 dollars red envelope from you, that's all!"
"I dare not accept this red envelope anymore, I'll return it to you."
I had always had a mild temper, but Troy became a little flustered when he saw that I was really angry.
He held me in his arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I made you suffer."
"I will talk to my mom, Wendy, can you please not be angry anymore?"
"Look, I brought you a small cake, your favorite strawberry cake."
It's one thing if he didn't say that, but when he said it, my grievances well up from the bottom of my heart.
I leaned on Troy's body and my tears fell heavily.
"Troy, I dare not eat the cake. How much have you spent on me over the years, you know about it."
Troy's body stiffened for a moment, and he reached out to stroke my back.
"Hmm, I know."