As for the others, for now, all they could do was to wait anxiously at home.
Ma Xiulian looked at Li Chunhua, who was sitting on the floor looking pitiful, and thundered, "How much did you get for selling Sanni?!"
The money would certainly have to be returned once the child was brought back.
"One hundred yuan. I, I only got sixty, and my mother took forty. It was her who orchestrated the deal," Li Chunhua sobbed, instinctively trying to shift the blame onto her mother.
She had spent a good portion of that sixty yuan on New Year's goods.
The pleasure she felt when paying for those things now matched her current shame and embarrassment.
Ma Xiulian was livid, "You foolish gold-digger! Did the Chen family feed and clothe you inadequately?! Everyone got several hundred yuan when we divided up the family wealth. Yet, you sold your daughter for a measly sixty! Even beasts know to protect their young, you're worse than a beast!"
Li Chunhua was left completely mortified.