When Song Liu Jiang and Wang Qian showed the state of the cheap accommodation that they would stay, they frowned.
"Son, can you find another place?" Song Liu Jiang showed a disgusted expression on his face.
"Yeah... Look at that. The room and bed are not properly cleaned." Wang Qian also complained.
After staying at the luxurious hotel for a few days, they developed some habits. They dared to complain about the place. They seemed to forget that their house in the rural village was much worse compared to the place where they were about to stay.
Song Liu Wang rolled his eyes. "Mom, Dad, I don't have any money to spare. It is the best that I can do for now. We still need food to eat. Mom, Dad, it is better if you can find a job to stay alive."
"What? Work?" Wang Qian frowned again.
She did not want to work anymore. She had been working since she was a child. It was time for her son to let her live freely.
